The skin of the dragon's wing brushes against her and she jumps, still uneasy about her proximity to it, despite the fact it's dead. A gust of wind blows, sending the droplets plummeting violently into the earth, the dragon, and Katla. The light drizzle picks up and mixes with the sweat and blood covering her face. She tumbles off of the beast and takes a rough seat in the damp moss, breathing heavily. Katla buries her sword in the dragon's neck, killing it.
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