Crask watched with a grin as the villager's quailed under the dragoness's rage. With renewed vigour, Crask fought on valiantly, despite their number's it seemed that none of them was more than a simple peasant with limited fighting skill or experience. He watched as the dragon tossed another into her maw, saw the quivering bulge moving slowly down her long neck.<br/><br/>Crask was momentarily distracted by the dragoness feasting, and suddenly felt a hot pain in his side. A villager stood before him, dagger in hand, covered in blood. With a cry of rage, Crask ran the villager through with his sword, the look of triumph changing to one of disbelief, and the villager collapsed to the ground. Neither Jack nor the dragoness had seen it, and this was no time for weakness, covering the wound with his left paw, he steeled himself and rejoined the fray.