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[No. No breaks. Ever. It never ends. Not until you're broken and dead. The broken part has already been taken care of, hasn't it? Tartarus saw to that. And here they are again...
Nico inhales a lungful of stale, poisoned air and grits his teeth. The dragon is hard scales and claws, but the underbelly looks soft. The mouth is definitely vulnerable, if they can get to it.
A claw comes swiping his way, narrowly missing as he throws himself backward and swings at the same time. His sword glances off the scaly skin, nicking, but not doing as much damage as he would have liked.]