Last time to take a chance.
Renth picked up the lizard, raised it over his head, and leaned back. He held the lizard in such a position as when this suplex had ended, he would be without a scratch, or a broken neck. The satisfying "thwomp" ever so gratifying as he rolled away from the corpse. He turned to Vosro, astounded by the power held by his companion.
"We could probably take them all together you know."
He smiled, laughing at his over-confident joke. It would take a lot more than a mage and a ranger to take down a dragon, not with a simple bow and a pair of machetes.
But that wasn't the case anymore. He picked the bow and sword off of the lizard leather armor, arming himself as he strapped on the leather sheath, and the bow itself. He turned to Vosro, still smiling. "You want any of my old stuff, or should we just sell it?