Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Harry Dresden]

There were a lot of sounds of serious combat from across the cave. It sounded like the women were doing well against their dragon, but Harry and Blues were struggling against theirs. Blues was a lot more agile than the wizard was, though. Harry was the only one stuck in close range, shield up as he tried to keep himself from being sliced to ribbons by those talons. They were dripping with something that looked none too safe to have inside his bloodstream. The wizard managed to get out of range and have time to turn around, just as the Rathian engaged the women as well. There was that guy with a katana trying to stab the other dragon again, but the main problem was the fireballs headed at Harry's companions. He didn't have time to intervene, either.

The dragon from the town almost crushed the swordsman between the wall and its skull in the time it took Harry to gather its thoughts. "I'm going to try to hold down the green one! Take care of the big guy while I do it!" His staff glowed with witchlight from the effort of will he was forcing into it. He scratched a hasty circle with the staff in the dust and sealed it with an effort of will, hastily composing himself and putting together a proper spell construct and infusing it with Soulfire. Seven seconds after closing his circle, he broke it with his foot and thrust his staff forward with a shout; "Forzare!"

He manifested the hand of force around the Rathian's head with downward momentum, forcing the dragon's flickering jaws closed and holding it mostly in place. It could probably still move, but the blue force construct would obscure its vision and the hand would stop it from moving its head very well. The fact remained that Harry was not going to be doing much in the way of an arm wrestle with it, but it was still fairly impaired. "You've got sixty seconds! Make it count!"