Fat Orange vs. the Black Dragon
After the defenders' cheers died down, the timely wall of dragonfire gradually faded, and the fearless, tireless undead army launched another attack on Neverwinter.
With no choice, Neverwinter's defenders—who had gained only a brief respite—gritted their teeth and fought once more, clashing with the undead along the walls and around the battered gates. They shouted, struggled, and desperately resisted as arrows, fire-arrows, oil jars, burning oil, stones, explosive missiles, and all kinds of magic and Divine Magic once again became the mainstay of the battlefield.
But unlike the terrible, precarious situation before, their enormous, ball-shaped Red Dragon had successfully drawn away the enemy's two adult Black Dragons. Neverwinter's defenders no longer faced a powerful threat from the sky.
With no need to worry about attacks from above, they could finally focus on using the walls' defensive advantage to calmly deal with the endless undead swarming over the hills. The perilous situation quickly became a deadlock.
As the battle for the walls and gates in Neverwinter's southern district erupted into a noisy frenzy once more, nearby, the obese Red Dragon Fat Orange—so heavy it could barely move—finally began a fierce fight at the docks against the two evil adult Black Dragons, who roared as they swooped down at it.
At first, Fat Orange was engulfed in the wicked green flames of the two Black Dragons' poisonous breath as they dived at it, and seemed to be at a disadvantage. But its powerful resistance to heat and poison allowed it to climb out unhurriedly, virtually unharmed.
Next, perhaps because it had suffered enough humiliation at the claws of the two Black Dragons when it was captured, the dragon now faced with its enemies in a fit of mutual hatred began to counterattack without a care for