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Cora shot many arrows, some bouncing off the more protected parts of the beast's armor, others penetrating deep into the softer spots. She had swiftly spun and moved out of the way of scorching flames, and it looked like she was dancing, the way she gracefully did it. Then, the dragon seemed to head into town, and she growled, sprinting after it, keeping up with its speeds barely. Cora was fast, that was for sure. And strong. It would take a lot to bring her down.

Meanwhile, she shot more and more arrows. And, seeing as they weren't really doing much damage, Cora tossed the weapon under a bush, and it slid under. She would come back for it later. Then, she saw a dead guard at her feet, and Cora skidded to a halt before she tripped over it. There laid a light, but extremely good sword, and a fireproof shield. The guard must have been killed by the large and deadly strength tail of the dragon. So, she picked up the weapon from the stiff fingers of the guard, and she chased after the dragon, not afraid of getting in dangerously close range of its teeth, claws, and tail. She easily and gracefully jumped rocks, and made her elevation higher and higher until she was close enough to ump on it's back. Then, if she could get up to its head... she could strike.

With Cora's stamina, stealth, and quickness, she could dodge almost any move from the dragon... almost... and she didn't want to find out which ones she couldn't.