[As it's head whipped back around in painful disorientation from Elita's attach, Optimus lunged, grabbing hold of a horn and pulling himself up against the side of it's head and neck, safely away from the jaws. It immediately began to thrash, but Optimus was already swinging, charred brackish blood flying back off his axe at the arch of each swing.
As huge as the creature was, and as difficult as it was to aim being flung around as he was, Optimus quickly hit bone with a muted thunk. Something severed with a pop, and the dragon let out a howling scream before falling limp like a puppet with cut strings.]
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As huge as the creature was, and as difficult as it was to aim being flung around as he was, Optimus quickly hit bone with a muted thunk. Something severed with a pop, and the dragon let out a howling scream before falling limp like a puppet with cut strings.]