Présentation de l'éditeur
Battling daily with both Dragons and the criminal gangs that rose up in the wreckage of civilization, Elpidia led the resistance while struggling with the the emotional toll that death and exhaustion bring. She united a resistance that became the 1st Texas Dragon slayers and helped define and build a community which could flourish in the post-apocalyptic world in which she now lived.
This is the 1st Chronicles of the 1st Texas Dragon Slayers.
...I was within about forty meters of the Dragon when I stopped, dropped the axe, and raised the Weatherby. I was panting lightly at this point and I'd never even fired the rifle. I had hoped to get closer before I tried a shot, but knew that I was out of time. I flicked the safety off as I brought the rifle up, lined up the brass bead of the front sight in the shallow 'V' of the rear express sight, focusing on the back right side of the Dragons head. I squeezed off the first round and heard a dull ring from the direction of the Dragon, like when you hit the bottom of an iron skillet with a wooden spoon.
I had prepared myself mentally for both the recoil and the sound of the Weatherby, but I was still shaken quite a bit. The muzzle kicked skyward and I immediately moved my right hand to the bolt pulling it up and back to eject the brass then forward and down as I brought the rifle back down to line of sight on the Dragon. As soon as I settled the sights back on the Dragons head I squeezed off a second shot. Again the rifle pitched up and I heard the dull ring. The Dragon apparently had not moved, nor had it continued to draw its weapon. I lined the big rifle back up for a third shot on the still unmoving Dragon and squeezed it off, again followed by a dull ringing sound.
The Weatherby holds two rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber and I had just fired all three. I picked up the axe, tucked it beneath my arm and began walking purposefully towards the Dragon which remained unmoving. I loaded three more rounds into the Weatherby from a leather pouch on my belt as I walked. When I got within ten meters or so of the creature I could make out three indentations on the back of its head spread out about six inches. The ringing apparently had been from the impact of the 500 grain fully jacketed slug with its body armor. When I got within about five meters I once more dropped the axe, raised the rifle and fired three more times into the back of its head, this time each round hitting within about an inch of one another. Still the creature stood without moving. I reloaded once more then lay my rifle on the ground and picked up the axe, a plan forming in my mind as I settled the big axe in my gloved hands.
I could see from this distance that the Dragon's armor was 'pleated' at the joints. It appeared that the external armor was form fitted over the creatures body and the joints consisted of a woven cloth pleated like a bellows and covered with more of the metallic armor that spread out or closed with the action of the joint. I thought that perhaps the joints might be a weak point in the armor that I could exploit.
I came up alongside the right of the dragon and swung first at the joint of the creature's forward right leg, using the blade of the axe and hoping to break the joint. I was rewarded by solid 'thunk', a shudder from the creature, and a clear indentation in the armor where I'd hit at the joint. I swung again, bringing the blade and the full force of the six pound head over my head spinning downward on the 36" handle and slamming the blade into the leg joint. This time the leg buckled at the joint and the creature yawed towards the failed leg...