Clay stands upright on his hind legs, trying to negotiate further with the beast. The dragon's voice is a snear. "A tricky badger, I see... Northward? You would have me contest the territory of Lisssseth, or of Galgathael, then?" It makes the horrible, grating noise that might be laughter once more. "No. Your town is in my lands, and tribute is indeed what I demand. Livestock, Hah. It is Maiden that I prefer and Maidens that your town must provide or face my ruin."
Foxy's blood runs over it's scaled toes and sharp talons, dripping as the life runs out of her. The dragon prepared to ascend and fly off with her. Baxtaw and C'ang are ready, however - Baxtaw's arrow flies from the creature's flank and glances off it's thick hide. C'ang runs directly for the beast without fear, his family's axe biting into it's flesh before it can leave the ground.
C'ang gets to specify the effect desired by his critical hit.