Ash-grey talons lash out fast enough to blur even in your sight you had not claimed this place, it water were not still flowing though your hair, it might have caught the blade entirely, but at the last moment you twist and flick drawing a line of blood into the palm of its scaly hand. Lo the blood bursts into dirty flame orange and black and scores the chest of your armor.
Dragon takes 2 Damage -> Now at 21/23 Wounds
"Oath-breaker, is that what you would name a slave shattering his chains?" You had expected a growling voice, it could yet speak, something to match the roar, not these urbane tones and not these words, showing not even a trace of pain than it opens its mouth and all is fire, blinding choking and devouring.
The outer layers of the stone turn white hot and start to boil away, but underneath that stone is no mortal flesh, but living brass as much just as infused with your will. When the exhalation ends you are left wearing armor smoking cracked and pitted like the earth after a volcano eruption, but you find yourself unharmed