He honestly hadn't expected the floor to give out, but Meridia had picked a fine time to finish her 'little' spell. He snarled in fury as the fangs punched through the leather under the metal plates, the bite having snaked between them, but the plating did manage to keep them from getting too deep. He lost his balance when they hit, but managed to wrap one arm around the dragon's waist, and kept a good grip on the sword with the other. "Sorry, were you saying something earlier about me not being good enough to take you? Care to rethink that statement?"<br/><br/>He wished he had had the foresight to grab a good knife for this sort of work, but the dragon was big enough that the blade would do, even being less than ideal. He got the blade up and against the softer scales where the leg met the torso, and gave the creature a death glare that wouldn't have been out of place on a Balor as he shoved the blade home. "Scream for me."