Throw the rock at the dragon
Actually, instead of hitting the dragon, the rock stopped in midair.
The rock began to morph, changing form again and again until, finally,
it transforms into yet another ferocious beast.
This isn't really my day, you think silently to yourself as you try to
clear your thinking and relax. You hope for anything that, somehow,
everything will dissapear, and this whole mess will stop.
That can't happen, you assure yourself with the calm yet witty voice
of a man on his deathbed. Now, you must try to find a quick and easy
way to save yourself before it's too late.
Sensing no other way out of the mess, you hurl the rock in the general
direction of the dragon, hoping on dear life itself that the rock
scores a direct hit on the uncanny monster.
