Allistor left the spear where it was, effectively trapping the drake’s head on their side of the door.  Pulling out his sword, he began to stab at the beast alongside Weiss.   The monster ceased trying to withdraw, learning that it caused pain.  Instead, it belched fire down the hallway again.   The gunshots paused as the group hid behind the corner. Allistor cast Mind Spike, and the flames ceased as the pain seared through its brain.

A jerk of the drake’s head sent one of its spikes into Weiss’s shoulder, pinning her to the wall briefly.  She screamed and dropped her blade, both hands grabbing the spike that impaled her.  The drake’s head moved again, and her unconscious body flopped like a ragdoll in the air, still hanging from the spike.

Corvin shouted in rage and stepped to the side, narrowly missing being stuck with a spike himself.  He drove his blade deep into the drake’s eye, then fell backward, leaving the weapon stuck inside the orb.  Now on the ground, he rolled backward until he came up against the wall, where he huddled to avoid the spikes thrashing about above him.

The reaction from the drake shook Weiss free, sending her flying into a wall.   Allistor hit it with Restraint again, and this time it froze.  Its head was tilted almost ninety degrees to one side, the spikes pointed just above Corvin’s head, and its throat exposed to Allistor.  He lunged forward and drove the sword up under its chin.  He felt the blade pass through the soft tissue of its skin and tongue, then there was a moment of resistance as the point pressed against the harder roof of its mouth.  A half second later, it pushed through with a sort of pop and penetrated further.

The stun wore off and the dragon, disregarding the lesson it learned just seconds earlier, yanked its head back through the doorway.  The rebar spear bent further as it was pulled through the opening, and did more damage inside the monster’s neck as it was forced through.  When it opened its mouth, the tip of the sword blade withdrew from the roof of its mouth, and thick blood poured forth.

Allistor dove to the side as the drake once again spewed fire through the opening.  The heat, even off to the side out of the flame’s path, was intense. He cast a heal on Weiss, taking a moment to make sure the flow of blood from her shoulder slowed, and her health bar stopped dropping.  Since she was unconscious and couldn’t drink the health potion he produced, he uncorked it and poured some of it directly into her wound.  Putting the cork back in, he placed the potion in her lap.