I slammed the head of the dragon with my palm, right where its scales were torn by all the bashing into the bars of its cage, and released the electric charge.
〔Critical hit! You deal 35 damage!〕
〔The chicken dies!〕
There was a loud crack and I felt the smells of ozone and cooked meat. The dragon opened its jaws in a silent cry and twitched. Instead of landing gracefully from its pounce, it heavily fell to the ground, crushing sparse trees and raising clouds of dust.
The inertia rolled the heavy body for a few dozen meters farther before it stopped, not even twitching. The dragon was definitely dead.
Then the human soldiers caught up with it and stabbed it at least ten more times before they realized that the creature was dead.
The dragon was definitely… much less deader.
'There isn't enough left for any autopsy… Or even for a spicy wings bucket,' I thought, watching this.
