He could dive for cover, disappear again perhaps, but that would defy the point. He must take the risk, no hesitation, and keep leading it away into a trap.
He races along a rooftop, leaping to another, not daring to slow his stride or assess the plausibility of making a jump or not. He just runs, turning only to make sure its not seeming ready to breathe fire or steam or poison or any of the other things the dragons of the tales exhaled - and to taunt it, making sure it still follows as he races for all he's worth, trying to stay ahead of it a little longer.
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