“That's not a dragon, that's a wyrm!” Gustav corrected him.
“Potato potato! Shoot the bastard!” Timothy commanded.
The platoon had quite some time to attack it, given that the wyrm was still over three-hundred meters away from them. For the time being only those who could shoot lightning bolts, could actually hit the dragon, on the count of how far away it was, and these guys didn't hold back! Hundreds of bolts flew towards the wyrm, and when the wyrm reached the two-hundred meter mark, everyone who wielded fire so far, started shooting as well! This was where things started getting hot, and heavy.