The arrow was ready to fly, the bowstring drawn back taut as he waited for an opening.
He'd only have one chance for this. The Dragon's sensative, weak undercarriage was almost never exposed, the Dragon knew how to defend itself.
So he had to wait to use his best arrow, embued with magic and poison, and he had to make sure he'd hit it.
The Dragon landed, and then its momentum caused its back haunches to rise, and he fired.
As did everyone else, so while his shot didn't land, enough did.
He should have been happy, and yet, no.
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