"Grimfang's shelter is down there, in that cave," said the villager. "He's been eating my sheep! Gut 'im good!"
"I'll give him everyone's best," said Dave, a little anxious. He had no idea how powerful this dragon was, and he didn't want to simply barge in without knowing anything.
Dave began to descend to the cavern, slowly and carefully. He was armed with a special blade, not like his first sword. This was a blade resonating of light. When he reached the mouth of the cave, he was greeted with a very rank stink. He shielded his nose and recoiled. His hand had covered his eyes, otherwise he might have seen the small undead ogre attack him. Apparently, Grimfang didn't like intruders while he was sleeping, so he posted a guard dog, or rather, a guard ogre.
Dave leveled the sword at this little monster. He felt a little fear at the prospect of fighting an undead, not knowing if he could make it die completely or not, but he fought it bravely nonetheless.
He slashed forward with his new blade, leaving huge sweeps of white light in the wake of the blade. This gave him an idea. He remember the one time he had been in a rave, someone had been using rave sticks, small glow sticks used to create designs with the light left in the wake of the stick. He coordinated the wavelengths of light to create a figure 8 and pushed it forward onto the ogre. It fell back a pace, then pushed forward. It was knocked backwards by Dave's fading figure 8 flat on its back, but it was up in another second, attempting to get at Dave. Dave swung the sword again, directly where the ogre had one been a split second ago. The ogre was really nimble for an undead. It swung at him and caught him right in the jaw. Dave fell back a step, then turned his loss of balance into an attack. He swung the blade upward in a reverse arc opposite to his falling direction. The result created rings around him like Saturn's, and an ogre without an arm. It grunted, but, being undead, didn't feel a thing. It continued to attack with the other hand, which was sheared off too. It grunted aloud, then lunged to bite Dave. Dave sidestepped and swung downward with the lunge of the ogre. The decapitated body of the ogre thrashed about wildly in its second set of death throes, then lay limply.
Dave shook his head at how easy his second victory had been. He turned to the cave, with a little more courage in his corner, dead set on entering this cave and taking the fight to the dragon, but he wasn't counting on his quarry staring him right in the face. This dragon was nothing like Dave expected. It was about the size of an elephant, but it was jet black with milky white horns jutting straight forward from its skull like a bull. The teeth were perfectly aligned and razor sharp. It snapped at Dave, then inhaled greatly. When it exhaled, it wasn't fire that blasted forth. It was solid shadow. It was like being hit with the force of a black hole. Dave knew he couldn't take much of that very long, so he dove for any cover available. He landed behind a large rock, which was covered in writhing shadows in seconds. Dave stood ready and leveled the sword. The dragon advanced, snapping and spitting. It swiped at Dave with its claws, but Dave used the special effect of the sword as a defense; he swung upward to make a sheet of light to cover his side.
The dragon's claw hit the light screen and immediately bounced back. It roar in pain. Dave took a stab at the great beast's chest as it reared back. The blade found its mark, and stabbed into the dragon right up to the hilt. The dragon twisted in agony and threw Dave away from him, leaving him impaled upon the blade. It burned like fire in the dragon's chest. Roaring ever louder, it crashed forward in a headlong charge at Dave. Dave leaped back just in time to avoid being crushed under the dragon's weight. Apparently, the sword hadn't punctured the dragon's heart, because it was still roaring and thrashing.
Dave was suddenly hit with the reality of it all. He was fighting a dragon. A dragon. Dave almost fell over. It was impossible. A sideways voice in his head said something that sounded like, "Delayed reaction, moron." Dave shuddered. This dragon might kill him. Dave shook his head. A new precedence took place in his mind. He would learn everything he could about this world in order to get back home. And in order to do that, he would need to stay alive.
Dave bound forward and snatched the sword from the dragon's chest. When he pulled it out, he found his epiphany had given him a new measure of courage. The blade shown with radiance, though it was still covered in the dragon's black blood. Dave Swung the blade up, catching the dragon in the belly. He slide the blade along the underside in a slashing motion. He pulled the blade free and stabbed the dragon in the side. He withdrew again and bound away, just as the dragon spun around to counter.
The beast was lagging back now, breathing hard and drooling with glazed look in its eyes. It was blowing blood bubbles from its nose. Dave drove forward hard and stabbed the dragon again. This time, he struck gold. The sword wound its way through the rib cage and punctured the lung. Dave was knocked flat on his back as the dragon reared up. The dragon dipped its head forward and clutched the hilt of the sword in its jaws. With a swift movement, it drew out the blade and flung it at Dave. Dave leaned his shoulder back just in time to avoid being impaled. The voice inside his head this time said, "Nice bullet time move." The dragon, now having a sucking chest wound, a huge gash in its chest and side, and a torn belly, now heaved forward in a last ditch attempt to kill Dave. Dave leaned back a little and drew a fist. As soon as the staggering dragon was close enough, Dave swung a haymaker. It caught the dragon right between the eyes, not only knocking it cross eyed, but killing it on contact.
Dave faintly realized the villager who had come to watch the defeat of the dragon were cheering loudly, and Galanoth was sitting on a rock, well out of range of the fight, applauding Dave. Dave shook his head and fell on his butt. He had killed a dragon. He knew that this world would not be very easy to live in. But what he didn't know was the half of it.