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Gerkka had been an ogress for eight years. She had become well used to her girth, her stride, her strength, her intelligence... or lack of it. And when the castle began trembling beneath her feet, and she was being called into the fray, she knew that she could help far more than any of these puny humans she could snap in half. She was brought to the courtyard, where several stone structures had already fallen, and where she could get a good view at the great red winged terror repeatedly swooping down from the sky, letting loose jets of flame. One of the guardsmen cried, "Hit it! Hit it however you can! Bring it down!" And Gerkka, for a moment, was horribly confused - fighting a dragon? This was not something an ogre did - this was something a knight did. And, as Arahim had told her many times, she was no knight. But soon enough, in was brought To'og, for the same reason, and he began to take up chunks of stone and hurl them at the dragon as it dipped by. Tentatively, she began to follow suit, though her aim was terrible - she'd never done anything like this before. Well... if she ever really had been a knight, she'd have learned to throw javelins and such, but she hadn't been, and she hadn't learned... and even if she had, that was years behind her... She and To'og did a competent enough job, but the dragon was very quick and not easily damaged by projectiles that were small enough for them to chuck great distances. Still, they helped a good deal, as the knights around them loosed many volleys of arrows. By the end of it all...
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