Dragonheart Page #3

lnto the gringy gloom.

lnto the pit of fear unknown...

perhaps to court his doom.

That was good.

What did l say?

What did l say?

A little damp for fire,

isn't it?

Why must you knight-errants

out to make a name for yourselves...

always pick on us dragons?

l don't need a name!

And l have a collection of my own!

Yeah? You're one

who kills dragons for money.

lt's honest enough work.

One must earn a living.

Oh, yes, one must live.

Well, since you seek a profit,

we might as well begin.

Oh, don't flatter yourself.

lt's not the profit.

lt's the pleasure.

Perhaps less pleasurable

and more costly than you think!

Bowen! Bowen, take care!

He went that way!

Take care, Bowen!

You can't fly forever!

- Neither can you!

- Slow down!

Come, visit the woods!

Whoa!

Look out! Well done!

- Ow!

- Pity. That must have hurt.

- Yeah!

- Again?

- Ow!

- And again?

How do you like the ride so far?

We're earning our money now,

aren't we?

Now, is there somewhere you

would like me to drop you off?

Yikes!

The sword against the fang and claw.

The flame against the shield.

Blah, blah, blah,

which one would win?

Blah, blah,

field, shield, wield.

Whose flesh from bones

be peeled. Oh, no.

Whose fate would soon be sealed.

Whose fate would soon be sealed?

Whose fate would soon be sealed!

Oh, you're good. Haven't had

this sort of challenge in some time.

Nor likely to again!

Drat!

A little overconfident, aren't we?

Hardly. But if you win,

you'll be out of work.

l will not stop until l've rid the world

of every last one of you.

l am the last one!

You're just trying to save

your scaly hide with tricks.

Haven't you noticed the pickings

are rather slim these days?

l got me one just the other day.

So it was you who killed the

Scarred One. She and l were the last.

Must've been a proud kill, warrior.

How much gold did her tattered carcass

put in your purse?

That's none of your business.

Couldn't have been very much.

And you'll kill me for sport?

And when there are

no more dragons to slay...

how will you make

a living, Knight?

Shut up!

Whoa!

lf your teeth come down, my sword

goes up, right into your brain!

lf your sword goes up,

my teeth come down!

lnto the moonlit night

the titans dueled...

in mortal combat bound.

Oh, who'd the fatal

false step make?

Whose blood

would stain the ground?

Oh, good Lord.

Sir Eglamore.

Oh, thank you very much.

lt's been stuck down there

for months.

Can you get your buttocks

off my tongue?

Why should you

be comfortable?

My armor is rusting in your drool,

and your breath is absolutely foul.

Well, what do you expect...

with old knights

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