Jason took a leap.
Like a raccoon, more like a monkey.
Silently landing on the body of the Mechanical Bone Dragon, then with another leap landed atop the dragon's head.
From the first moment, the Mechanical Bone Dragon sensed something was amiss.
Almost instinctively, it turned its head.
But its massive size offered no advantage at this moment.
It appeared cumbersome.
By the time it had turned halfway, Jason was already atop its head.
The ghostly blue Soul Fire nearly leapt from its eye sockets.
The Mechanical Bone Dragon had lost its wisdom, its alignment, and nearly all its legacy.
Yet it retained the pride of a dragon.
When had a dragon ever been stepped on?
Not even a Deity could do so.
Roar!
A silent roar filled the surroundings.
The Mechanical Bone Dragon bellowed, machine guns rising from gaps in the skull, all aiming at Jason.
