No sword. More running and hiding. Panoramic alpine vista under the shade of a cypres three. The sight of a speck in the air getting closer, the drawing realization it's a dragon. Enter a small dose of fear, is it a good dragon or not? It gets within range. It takes a huge inhalation. I start running. Gouts of flame destroy the tree. I run toward a gothic mansion that's suddenly handy and nearby. There's a cellar door, the kind that's on the ground with hinge in the center and two flap doors that open upwards. In snap the doors open and leap down the stairs.
Surprise! There are no stairs. I grab the ledge and dangle, nearly a literal cliffhanger. I feel safe and hidden for a moment anyway and then the dragon shows its beautiful, terrible face. Its shadow overwhelms me. It inhales hugely and let go of the ledge, I fall. The flames move faster than gravity and I burn to death instantaneously. I experience what death is like for a few timeless moments then I wake up and go WHOA.