"Oh my, must have been a tough fight," thought Maurice as he saw roof of the bar crumble. "Shit, seems like it's not done." cursed one of guys sergeant sent with him. They were three-medic (obviously drugged) and two gunmen (somewhere around 17 years). 3rd support group, oh yeah.
They carefully approached the rubble and Maurice saw 12 feet tall dragon with head wrapped in ball of spiky braches, standing in the middle of five or six large cactuses. He had seen alot during his long... let's call it life, but this was suprising even for him. "Well, what the..." he sighed. "Shit, let's put him out!" screamed one of the gunmen and aimed his shotgun at that dragon. "Yessss," frowned Maurice. "This certainly seems like and indiscretion." He pulled out his revolver and carefully aimed at dragon's head. "Open fire!" he yelled and pulled the trigger.
Sysl krysu nenahradí!
Squirl can't replace rat!