The new Summer Knight hadn't been able to even attempt to roll clear, so had to take the dying dragon's death throes. He simply grabbed the lodged blade and tried to twist it, first one way and then the other, ripping the wound in its chest wider with each attempt, ignoring its slashing claws, even as one ripped deep into his bicep, his hand flopping freely as it severed the tendons there. He did scream at that hit, and put his shoulder under the soon to be corpse, taking another hit to the shoulder of the same arm as he threw it away, and rolled clear. He gasped for air as he frantically stood up, letting the dragon waste the remains of its death throes, holding his shoulder as he staggered back against the building, his thumb jammed into the artery of the shoulder to reduce the bleeding. If he didn't have a number of magical healers nearby, he would already have been tearing his belt off for a tourniquet, rather than just a makeshift.<br/><br/>A couple seconds after the dragon finally died, he collapsed, still conscious, but shock was quickly claiming him, both the magical and physical exertions and his wounds compiling to drop him. He forced himself to take long, deep breaths, fighting the shock as best he could, as he waited for one of the others to find him, hopefully before he died from blood loss. He made a note, as his vision started going fuzzy and dark, to get some healing magics learned next.