The dragon was dead and Svalin had done her job. Her leg had been crushed and was bleeding from a number of teeth wounds. Any exposed skin, including her face, was burned from fire and stomach acid. There wasn't much left of her hair and her armor was wrecked from acid beyond repair. Her sword was as good as new.
Svalin took one step toward the dragon carcass and fell face first into the ground and promptly passed out.
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