Swash!
The dragon swung its claws in a wide arc, but it seemed like everybody who was left was actually pretty competent and able to dodge the attacks.
The two lizard-race players dodged the attack and rushed forward, their daggers flashing with deadly intent.
SLASH!
They swung at the dragon's torso, and surprisingly, they managed to put a small wound on it, drawing first blood from the massive beast.
"The poison should work now," the male lizard smiled at his companion, "Should we sit back and let it do the work?"
"The chance of our poison dealing the finishing blow are too low," the female lizard shook her head, "Lets deal with the rest of the competition instead."
And so, as soon as they did that, they immediately backed away and rushed toward the other players, turning the fight into chaos.
"WAIT," the elf player shouted as he lifted his scepter, casting a barrier around him, "WE CAN—"
