Zack didn't want to take the antidote right away, hoping the mako in his system would take care of most of the poison. But then he had been warned not to let his strength wane. He took it and threw the bottle away.

As for his next move, Zack flipped his sword so he would attack with the sharp edge of the blade this time, against his usual plan of action. Taking a deep breath, despite the stench, he ran toward the dragon and swung once, twice, a series of times, satisfied when the blade sunk into the rotting flesh of the dragon's leg.

Finally, they were starting to get somewhere.