In that case, you're also underestimating Smaug.
the massive shape, as large as a car, rises from the sand, revealing it to be a massive reptilian tail
meanwhile, further down the street, over hundred feet away, another shape slowly rises, resembling a colossal lizard head
edited 3rd Jul '14 5:22:11 AM by TheHoboTortle
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha nothe blade merely chinks off the massive tail, not even scratching it
okay, you've seriously pissed him off now
With surprising speed, a gargantuan dragon, as large as two jumbo jets, rises from the sand, with mighty horns, and wings, his armour glistening with gold. And his eyes, orange and draconic, open and he spots Ventas vainly attacking his tail.
He speaks in a deep, and powerful voice, shaking the land.
Well, hello there. And who exactly are you, may I ask?
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha noHah! On the contrary, I think not. First of all, it was you who had the nerve to attack me, Smaug the Golden, the King Under The Mountain, for "making a lot of noise". You make it rather obvious you are unfamiliar with my likeness... and the legends I sparked. Thusly, you are obviously unaware of the fact that no blade can pierce my armour, which is like iron.
edited 3rd Jul '14 5:44:00 AM by TheHoboTortle
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha noOh, I'd very much beg to differ. You heroes and your so-called "invincibility" and "oh, nothing can stop me now", as if this was some sort of fairytale. You always put your faith in these so-called "legendary weapons". But I think not. I think our little game ends here.
scales glow, and inside of mouth glows yellow
So, tell me, "Ventas". How do you wish to die?
puts his head close to Ventas, as if smelling him
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha noSmaug, being as large as two jumbo jets, is completely unaffected by the hurricane, though his flames are dissipated.
Your dependence on your weapon fascinates me, human. You believe you can accomplish anything with it, your attitude blatantly shows it to me.
Smaug rises to his full height, looking down on Ventas as if he were some lowly insect.
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no

Basaran roars, and lets loose a wild shotgun-blast of explosive bolts, and uses the explosions to mask his attempt to flee the Arena. Though being a 60 foot tall Colossus makes this a little hard.
Yeah, I gotta go. I'm gonna swap out soon, and besides, my parents are gonna freak.
edited 30th Jun '14 5:27:46 AM by TheHoboTortle
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha no