Burun’s bane… from the Dawn of Magick

Mirian wiped her brow, found a small phial in her belt pouch, produced a drop of treacle, and began another incantation. She finished the Slow Spell, and a shimmering colorless ray left her left hand and surrounded the falling dragon. The beast’s wings stopped moving and it dropped to the ground about a hundred paces from the cottage. Suffering from many wounds and the effects of Confusion, Fumble, Suggestion, and Slow Spells, the multi-colored wyrm started to spin slowly where it stood.
Burun shouted to the four Centurions who remained, “Take aim for the neck and eyes. Fire as quickly as you can!”
He then fired another Magick Missile, which required no material component, toward the beast, and struck near its left eye.
The remaining Centurions had no javelins but obediently fired their bows in rapid succession. Thrice Burun and Mirian cast Magick Missiles.
Mirian then dropped to her knees and cried, “I have nothing more, my love!”
Burun fought exhaustion but managed to fire another Magick Missile. The archers fired again. Several arrows had struck the dragon near the eyes. The beast floundered, dropped onto its forelegs, and howled. It then lowered its head to the ground, sighed deeply, and ineffectively released a weak spew of poison gas.
“To sword!” Burun commanded.
The four Centurions obeyed, and Burun drew his short sword from the sheath at his side and ran toward the dragon. With a shout he raised the sword and prepared to deliver a blow.
Then the great beast suddenly stood upright and said, “Have you never fought a prismatic dragon?”
Burun stood dumbfounded. “He’s feigned injury! Be…”
The gallant sorcerer never finished his words. A powerful swipe of the talons of the dragon’s great left forepaw ended Burun’s life. The four Centurions also fell quickly.
“No!” Mirian screamed.
The sorceress raised her left hand and attempted to conjure, but her strength faded.
The children witnessed the battle from their vantage point at the edge of the forest. Without warning little Brie bolted from Boton’s grasp and ran toward her mother.
“Mother! Father!” she cried.
Boton stood and started after her but a gnarly root tripped him and his fall allowed her to gain ground.