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Panicking, you flee back through the door, narrowly dodging a pillar of fire. "Summon soap!" you call to L33tz4n. She raises her hand, and with a flash of light, a small bar of soap skids into the room, past the dragon.
"Any other bright ideas?" she asks. The dragon puts it's eye up to the doorway and stares directly at you. Guessing your next command, L33tz4n raises her hand again. A pillar of green light shoots out of the ground, and the Mythslayer steps out of it.
Like the last time you saw him, the Mythslayer is wearing a long coat with stakes, mirrors, and various vials tied to every bit of it. "What can not exist will not-" he begins his cliche intro, but is cut off by your orders.
"Bullet. Dragon. Now," you tell him quickly. The Mythslayer fires a silver bullet directly at the dragon's eye. The bullet rocochets off and whizzes past your head. The dragon roars and blinks angrily, but seems unharmed.
The Mythslayer backs away and reaches for his sword defensively. "Well, it's not the poke-out-its-eye kind dragon," he concludes.
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