The dragon was angry. Even an idiot would have noticed the smoke and annoyance that shone in its eyes. Edric started backing up the second--no, nanosecond--he saw the arrows bouncing off its skin.
He had never hunted a dragon, but experience told him to wary, he would not be able to fight a dragon in close combat. If arrows did not even stop her, then it could easily be concluded that Edric stood no chance with it. Flight would be the obvious choice for anyone, much less someone who hunted beasts for a living.
Edric sucked in a big gulp of air, which promptly left his body as the dragon's tail curled itself around his middle. I'm going to die, he thought. Stories of knight-eating dragons flashed in his mind, scaring him--but just a bit. Edric's jaw dropped as it spoke. He had not known that dragons were sentient, or could speak. "You can talk?"