Kilgharrah never saw the attack coming. The missiles coming in were undoubtedly propelled by magic. After the first five hit their mark, Kilgharrah let out a small burst of flame that melted the next few.
The next wave changed trajectory. Kilgharrah stood to face them, flaming again after one of them hit him in the tender snout. He did this for the next five minutes until his assailant ran out of ammunition and was immobilized on the ground.
"Balinor," the dragon asked the child laughing in front of him, "how long did it take you to make that many snowballs?"
Well, Merlin had to get his penchant for mischief from somewhere...
Camelot Drabble, 339: Attack
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