Fighting the wyrm… from the Dawn of Magick

Scarcely a half dozen Centurions remained. One threw his last javelin toward the dragon and struck the creature. This altered the beast’s flight and gave Burun enough time to reach the western end of the dwelling while Mirian scrambled to the eastern side.
The dragon dropped down and attacked two fleeing Centurions with its great talons. Both fell lifelessly from their steeds. The great wyrm turned and glared directly into the terror-filled eyes of Mirian Klarje Jhundi. The dragon growled an incantation and a ray of green flame fired toward the woman, striking her and knocking her to the ground. Burun screamed and extended both his hands. He shouted an incantation and broke a small glass rod. The Lightning Bolt Spell flew into the wyrm and created great sparks but did little harm. The dragon flew downward and barely missed the sorcerer when Burun dove to the ground. Mirian managed to right herself and sent a Magick Missile toward the dragon. A mauve ray left her outstretched left hand and burned into the dragon’s left wing. The creature lurched and then went into a backward three hundred and sixty-degree loop. It swiped at the sorceress with its talons, but Mirian managed to evade the attack. Burun knelt upon his right knee and fired a Magick Missile into the dragon as it ascended for another attack. The deceptive innocuously appearing pink ray buried into the beast’s already wounded shoulder. The dragon howled and withdrew toward Serenity Lake. Burun started to move toward Mirian, but halted when he heard her casting another spell. She crushed three nutshells and sent an undulating wave of gray light toward the dragon. The Confusion Spell surrounded the dragon. It shook its great head vigorously and flew irregularly. Burun felt his spirits lift and sent another Magick Missile into the beast’s thorax. Again, he saw impact, but no scales fell from the beast.
Mirian immediately began another incantation. She rubbed a dab of solidified milk fat between her fingers and sent an undulating silver ray toward the dragon. The Fumble Spell ray bathed the dragon. After furiously beating its great wings for a moment, the wyrm struggled to maintain flight and slowed its wings. The great hulking form began to drop downward. Burun pulled a dried snake’s tongue and bit of honeycomb from his belt pouch, uttered a brief incantation, performed the gestures needed to complete the Suggestion Spell, and created a pale blue ray, which surrounded the dragon.
Hoping to capitalize on the Suggestion Spell, Burun shouted, “Fall to the ground, vile wyrm. Turn your fire upon yourself!”