"Dez? What the hell? What is going on?"
I run over to her, less worried about the dragon than I was about her eye.
"Dez, you have to tell me what's happening. Why is there a dragon? Did it do this to you?"
I quickly draw a hunting knife from my small satchel, and point it directly at the beast's throat.
But there was one last question on my mind, and I didn't ask it. I knew the answer.
Am I even going to be able to kill this thing?