One Word: Arrow
He wanted to cover his ears and hide. His legs and arms shook with the effort and fear. He pushed on, more afraid of standing still. Men screamed and fell all around, a blur of browns and reds. He fit another arrow into his bow and let fly just as the dragon crossed the sun. It was pure luck that the shaft buried itself into the throat between two gold and green scales and with a shriek it plummeted to the ground crushing everything in it’s path.