A loud shot cracked through the dragon's roar, and the already reeling dragon's blood was spilled from a fresh wound.  Garadaine recognized the sound, and turned to see Gartgnar firing his weapon from the entrance to the cave.  Cassrien, too, was firing her arrows at the beast, though the she-elf was having a bit more trouble hurting the dragon.  Trenial had stopped before the dragon, raising his sword into the air and chanting a spell.  Garadaine wasn't sure what the paladin was up to, but as long as it helped the situation he wasn't about to question it.  Rillik did not miss the opportunity to run out from under the dragon, and was quickly making his way to the forest trail where Garadaine now stood.   Masark, on the other hand, had already reached the edge of the forest and was now making his way into it.  

    But to the dismay of all, Rillik was not fast enough to escape the dragon's rage.  With a single backhanded swing, the dragon swept the ground behind the corsair, slapping him hard from behind.

    The blow was so swift and powerful that Rillik instantly went airborne, easily clearing the tallest trees in the forest, and traveling well beyond earshot.  Garadaine gripped his swords tightly, knowing his friend, if he had even survived the attack, would not be in good shape when he found him.