Oh. Hell no. A flying-enabled boss? Kyle turned to both of them, "Do we have any archers here?" He took out one of his spears and trained it on the beast. He bent his knees slightly and launched the spear. The shot was true, flying in an arc past the minute pixels and striking the dragon. The dragon roared in pain, flapping it wings rising up in the large domed room. Kyle backpedaled rapidly to keep a safe distance should any of its attacks be ranged, like a horrific fireball for example.<br/><br/>"That spear inflicts permanent bleeding damage until the target finds a healing source. All we need to do is to stay alive until it bleeds out. Potshots are greatly appreciated though."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Her chants were stopped as a armored knight filled her vision and swung an axe at her. Lynda threw herself to the side, scrambling away, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and her attacker.