The Psychotic Elf (Continued)

[The Fifth]

Calad was still angry. All of the wing-people he had met were either creepy or bad. He glared at the faerie, the light flickering and then dying down in his eyes. He sighted a large rock, as big as a horse's head, and bent down to pick it up, wincing as the rock put stress and pain upon his back.

He limped towards Thengise and the group, and the faerie on top of the dragon. The dragon noticed Calad immediately, snorting annoyingly at the elf who had tried to attack him. Calad heaved the rock, aiming for the faerie, before anyone could stop him. The horsehead-sized rock flew and hit the dragon on its horns. The horns cracked and shivered under the weight of the rock. The dragon whirled its head about, roaring in pain.