[ Jim can feel toxic sludge in his boot, eating away at one foot, he can feel it in his lungs, all over him like that's the only thing he's sweating out now, too. Some tiny voice in the back of his head suggests You should have stayed on the station, moron, but he could almost laugh. Jim Kirk, hang back somewhere? Hah.
He fires, phaser blasts even on the kill setting little more than gnats against Ysverai, but he's strategic in how he arranges the hits. Needling, annoying, goading the dragon into releasing gas so that it can be ignited back into its own face.
Gore rains down, as though it's a weather condition. The dragon continues to hover. ]
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He fires, phaser blasts even on the kill setting little more than gnats against Ysverai, but he's strategic in how he arranges the hits. Needling, annoying, goading the dragon into releasing gas so that it can be ignited back into its own face.
Gore rains down, as though it's a weather condition. The dragon continues to hover. ]