[As soon as Dave finishes that sentence, a scaly head appears over the side of the nearest roof. Whatever it is, it's as tall as the damn building they're on. Starlight glitters off its crimson scales. Two glossy painted eyes roll around and then settle on its prey with a heavy click-- they're not unlike those of a New Years festival dragon. Steam curls out of its gigantic nostrils, which, if you're looking, seem to contain dried up oil and garbage. Its mane is matted and pretty nasty, kinda like it's been sleeping in a landfill.
It opens its massive jaws, accompanied by a sound like nails on a chalkboard.
sorry this took so long
It opens its massive jaws, accompanied by a sound like nails on a chalkboard.
Dragon demon, comin' right up.]