The dragon had been a known menace for some time, as objects of great value had disappeared in the wreckage of once-great buildings, but only now, with seven dead, did it merit a genuine hunt. Shannon had volunteered. She knew her newest mount well and wanted to prove her in the fight. More than that though, she understood her own strength and skill and felt the responsibility to deal with the monster before anyone else could be hurt. The Nordanner mare snorted in concern as they entered the cave, and Shannon stretched her hearing to it's limits, trusting it to make up for her vision in the dim cave.
There was no sound. Not so much as a clatter or a swoosh, but the dragon was on them, knocking her from the horse. It had a great paw resting on her shield and another on her lance, and as it lunged it's head forward to finish the fight, she let go her spear and drew the dagger, striking it deep into the beast's chest.
About the Dragon: These dragons have deep chests because, on command, their ribs spread out producing a sort of wing from each side of it's spine, allowing it to glide silently. The fin on their tail acts as a rudder. The skin on their "wings" and fins is very brightly colored, and the rest of their bodies are generally metallic colors. On their hind legs, they have one enlarged talon rather like a velociraptor's.
Gah! Ran out of time. Sorry it's not nearly as polished as I'd intended.