[i]Jason would make it quick, not believing in making people - or creatures - suffer. He rammed his plasma-saber into Maru's throat, piercing through his spine, plasmatic tip sticking out the other side. The Russian pushed the grip of his sword down, swiftly tearing through the mighty dragon's neck on both ends, the veins burned shut by the sheer heat. Smoke rose up from the field, Jason slipping underneath his foe's head, pulling his saber out as he turned. With a heave and a downwards swing, the mercenary cleaved through what still attacked Maru's head with his body, the plasma blade gliding through bone and fresh alike with terrifying ease, like a hot knife through boiling butter, only aided by the man's augmented strength. The dragon would go limp, body and head both impacting the ground with a thud.[/i] "Whew," [i]He pushed a breath past his lips, plasma-saber turning off.[/i] "What a tough puppy that was..."