Sword of St. George

Fred watched the creature as it lumbered towards him. A green, monstrous two tons of fire-breathing, fanged destruction descended upon him. He did not move. His eyes never left the dragon. He waited. He watched. He gripped the handle of his sword more tightly in his right hand. He needed to time his stroke. He must be sure the dragons vulnerable unarmoured belly was exposed to his blade. He waited...