They were in this for a very long haul. Just judging by the dragon's reactions to their hits, he knew it. Oh, it roared and flinched, but it showed no sign of actually slowing down with those hits. Only the act of moving itself seemed to slow it - and then only temporarily.

"The wounds - aim for wounds!" he insisted in addition to Cissnei's insistance to go after the sensitive areas - the head and legs. Anywhere that was already damaged would aggrivate the monster further, and hopefully land some truly critical blows.

His EMR went straight for that cranium, striking hard on a scorched spot and letting the powerful zap rip through the creature's head. He dodged the first snap of jaws that came in retaliation, but the second knicked him as he jumped away, leaving him to grunt as he half-rolled/half-sloshed away upon striking (more like sinking into) the ground. "Shit..." the mutter came as a potion was taken out - and another antidote. The whole creature was one big blob of putrid, stinking mess with claws and fangs. Wonderful.

"I hope Tseng actually can get here...."