Smoking and feeling one or two blisters growing on his forearms, Harry bellowed and swung his sword, aiming for the Horntail’s neck. The monster was smart enough to rise up on its hind legs, then with startling speed spun around and swung its tail at him. Harry lifted up his sword just in time, and despite the Serpent Slayer taking the brunt of the blow he was still sent flying before crashing to the ground in a heaping mess. Pain lanced through his entire body as Harry sucked in a deep breath and he tried to push himself up, using his sword as a crutch. Sagging heavily, Harry coughed and out came blood. His shirt had been torn up by the crash, exposing cuts, bruises and burns all over his arms and torso. Blood seeped from a particularly nasty gash in his side to stain his dirty white shirt, and Harry was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs, maybe even a broken pelvis too.