She spread her hooves wide, thinking. What else could she do now? She couldn’t get the height or momentum to attack him anywhere where it might do some good. The dragon just stood there and watched her before he decided to move. In a flurry of movement, he swung his axe around, and she had the decision made for her. She galloped and extended her wings, wincing at the pain but pushing through it and gliding across the ground at an impossible speed, the air tearing at the fur of her eyelids as she dashed through the air. She felt the flesh-searing heat of the fire the dragon spewed on her, anticipating her movements. She barely passed through his feet before being cooked and crashed on the ground, rolling across the dirt before correcting her momentum and skidding to her hooves. Her tail was ruined and scorched, but she was alive.