Sir Knight.

Plate mail is heavy and cubersome, that much Davion would admit. But he felt that it was worth it, not because it protected him, but because it made him look grand. He loved the way he looked in full armour. He particularly liked the way light glinted off his polished breastplate if he ever caught a ray of light on it. He felt indestructible in his armour.

Which is why he stood at the cave entrance, smiling at the prospect of taking on the inhabitant of the dark hole. He had heard stories about the dragon before. He heard that it was a fearsome creature that could spew great globs of acid. He heard that the beast was 10 houses high and had a wingspan of 5 wheat fields. But he wasn't afraid of the dragon. Oh, no. Davion had a secret weapon. He knew the dragon's weakness. It was dimwitted. Slow to react. Sluggish.

Davion knew that he was fast enough to take it on. He felt confident that with his prowess, he could walk in and out without so much as a scratch. He dreamt of the glory that would come with it. From now on, his name will be announced in the royal court with the title 'Dragonbane' and every squire would want to be in his service. Every fair maiden would swoon before him. Most of all, he would inherit the dragon hoard. Treasures worth a hundred kings' ransoms. Gold, gems, enchanted weapons, magic tomes, you name it. It would be all his.

His moment with destiny had arrived. He stepped into the cave, lighting his torch as he went. Strangely enough, the cave was a single passage leading further and further inwards. No network of tunnels as he was used to seeing. Soon enough, he reached the dragon's cavern. Vileix was sleeping, sitting upon his horde like a hen tending to her eggs. Davion grinned. Killing her now would be easy, but not so much fun. He wanted glory, to take it down in battle.

So he banged his sword against his shield, challenging the dragon to mortal combat. He made a fair amount of noise, but Vileix didn't respond. Davion hit harder, but still nothing. Eventually, getting annoyed at the dragon, Davion thrust his weapon into the dragon's foot.

Now, that got the dragon's attention. But she didn't wake. The toe that he poked twitched and slammed him right in the chest, sending him flying across the cavern. The last thing he could remember was the sound of his spine snapping as he hit the cave wall. The dragon never did wake up.

(Heh. Fantasy with a twist of cynicism.)