I should have known this was a bad move. Why, why, WHY did I grab that stupid spear?! If I'd kept my nose where it belongs, I wouldn't risk getting it BITTEN OFF by the hulking Wild Wyrm that I was fighting with right now.

Speaking of which, I REALLY needed to stop whining before this thing ripped me in half.

I gripped on to the wyrm as tightly as my hands would allow, clinging on for dear life as the thing tried to shake me off. I looked and saw that its enormous talons were rising menacingly, I dodged as quickly as I could, grabbing the spear on my back when I reattached myself to the damn proto-wyrm and spearing the thing with all of my might. It screamed in agony as I kept prodding it and gripped tighter onto the beast's neck. Unfortunately, I got a tad stab-crazy, and gave a mighty thrust of the spear just before the dragon reared its claws up. I looked just in time to see the blade-like talons slice into me.

Good gods it hurt. My grip faltered and I frantically grabbed harder onto the scaly neck of the dragon. The pain was horrific. It felt like knives were slicing me as each second passed. I very nearly dropped the spear, the pain was so awful.

I grabbed the spear again and begun to stab the damned thing over, and over, and over. I was never so furious in my life, save when Arthas ran his army through the heart of Silvermoon. The fury I felt was slacked enough by the dragon's screams of pain that I could focus on dodging the claws that slashed at me.

"By the Sunwell you don't die, do you?!" I shouted over the howling wind and screaming dragon. I sank Hodir's Spear particularly deep into the Wild Wyrm's body, and it snatched me up into its jaws. Now I was fighting for my life even more surely than I was before. We were just above Frostfield Lake, and if I fell, I was going to die. I grabbed onto the teeth that were nearly stabbing into me. It kept biting at me, even though I had its teeth in a vice-grip, and was pulling its jaws apart with all the strength I could muster.

I grabbed the spear again and thrust it forward to end it, but my stab missed because the bloody thing wouldn't hold its head still. The pain from previous injuries was almost unbearable and getting worse by the second. We were over Dun Niffelem now, and I was about to die if this thrust missed. I pried the jaws of the dragon open further and could see it was practically waiting to swallow me whole. I grabbed the spear, wrenched my eyes shut and stabbed, letting out a howl of fury and pain as I did.

Hodir's Spear hit home.

The dragon shrieked one last time as it fell, crashing into one of the crystals that made the roof of Dun Niffelem, cracking the crystal and slamming into the ground. The crystal landed on top of the wyrm's back, though it didn't kill the thing. It was already dead well before it hit the ground.

I staggered out of its jaws for a moment, and looked up at the broken crystal above me, and then at the wyrm I'd killed. I patted the dragon on its chin as I stumbled away from it. I sat down and called my pet. Zeinth came to me loyally and I slouched onto his back, exhaustion numbing my limbs, and fogging my vision.

I heard the sound of enormous feet crunching snow underfoot. I looked up to see King Jokkum staring at me, aghast. He asked, "Did you do that, Zalker?" referring to the wyrm that I had slain. I looked back at the thing, Sons of Hodir already scrambling to pull the crystal off of it.

"Yes," was all I said to the King of the Sons of Hodir. Then I passed out from blood-loss and the adrenaline fading from my veins.

I was looking forward to doing this all again tomorrow.