"Easy does it…that's it. He's got your girl. He's headed back to his foul nest. Shoot him now, atau you'll never see her again." The old man was clearly drunk, but he knew his stuff.
The boy lined up the arrowhead with the sackcloth dragon's heart. He released the string, sending the panah flying towards the beast. The boy had aimed true, for the sackcloth dragon now had an panah in his heart.
The old man took a huge swig from his mug. Learning to kill naga was hard. Living with the old man was harder. He told constant stories of the naga he had killed, drank constantly, and never failed...
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