Ethan was breathing heavy as he slithered down the slope to take cover behind one of the countless
volcanic pipes. He was hunting the Ituga for days now and it seemed that the scalie monstrosity had
finally led him to it´s hideout in the acidic fields of Neberos. He had never been in the south this far
and Ethan knew it was a dangerous and toxic place only a few, feral lifeforms were able to adapt to.
He heard the heavy snuffling of his prey as the Ituga dragon dragged itself through the dirt,
exhausted by the long hunt.

Ethan desperately clenched the heft of his E-lade, as he was ready to pull the trigger and heat up the
metal of his blade. With a loud and confident scream, he blew his cover and started to run towards the
giant, surprised dragon.

Just a second after Ethan had started his attack, he realized that he underrated the Ituga. With a feral
sparkle in it´s eye, the Dragon turned around and quickly changed into a position to counter-attack
him.

Coming closer and closer, Ethan knew there was no turning back anymore. He had to kill it now – or
never. He only had this chance to proof his father that he was able to defend his village against all
kinds of monsters. With all strength he was able to bring up, Ethans E-lade rushed through the air as
the Ituga cried out in pain and the blade hit the shoulder of the beast.

As the dust of the fight slowly started to dissolve, Ethan realized in horror, that the E-Lade had only
caused a scratch on the Itugas shoulder. Desperately, he tried to grab the heft of the weapon again to
pull it back out and strike anew, but it seemed to stuck deeply into the dragons shoulder.

A deep and roaring sound escaped the Itugas maw, as it builded up itself right in front of him. With
the blade still stuck in the dragon´s flesh, the Ituga grabbed Ethan and pulled him close.

The green acid that was dripping out of the Dragons jaw-holes was etching off parts of Ethans armor.
He tried to hold his breath and not take in any of the acidic stench of the creature in front of him and
tried to fight the Dragon´s grasp, but there was no chance to escape for him it seemed.

„Let me go, you filthy abomination!“ Ethan screamed, as the maw of the Ituga slowly came closer and
closer. „What are you doing?!... NO!“ The maw of the dragon slowly opened, as an acid-green, forked
tongue slipped out of it.

Carefully, the dragon started to lick over Ethans armor, as the young man could do nothing but just
watch his armor dissolve and falling into pieces.