He needed the monster's attention on him, and him only, and he would do anything to ensure that.
With each powerful swing of his sword, Alex was tearing into the monster's flesh, his scales offering little resistance. He was constantly on the move, preventing the dragonkin from mounting a counterattack.
Of course, that didn't stop the gigantic foe from trying to stomp him to death, but it kept its massive weapon out of play.
At least for a while.
But the dragonkin wasn't a mindless beast. It was aware of Alex's tactics and its anger only grew, like a storm on the horizon.
With a mighty roar, it slammed the bottom of its guisarme into the ground before lowering its stance with an open maw.
Alex instantly knew the danger that was about to come, and his head snapped toward his allies.