Teamwork

Radis knew his leg would not hold him so he wrested himself into a sitting position against the cave wall and took stock of the continuing fight. Dyvia was being fighting the drake that had tail swiped him dodging claws and fangs with a fierce light in her eyes.

He could not throw his hammer from his seated position so drew his crossbow, feverishly cocking and loading, aiming through a veil of pain.

"Thowk"

The slap of the mechanism and the sound of bolt striking home to the ribcage through the sensitive wing membrane did only minor damage but turned the beasts attention for a vital moment. A moment was all Dyvia needed.

A short sharp rap to the temple and the beast was stunned. Dyvia's hammer rose and fell pressing the advantage and securing her second gory kill.