He saw the huge eyes – opalescent, hypnotic, burning – flicker open and knew it was too late. The beast twisted its serpentine neck and stared down its long muzzle. The stink of musk flooded the air. It shivered, shook itself beneath the dying, burnt-orange sky.
He tried to avoid its gaze, eyes downcast beneath the latticework steel and filigreed bronze visor of his helmet. He knew it marked him out as a dragonslayer.
The dragon knew it too.
The dragon answered, with a click of her jaws and a snort of derision.