Paul carefully climbed across the dragon’s flank, knife in gloved hand. The overlapping scales were hot, only just bearable. The hide below them was worse. Hence the gloves.
You’d think those temperatures would be good for something. If it’s a danger to dragonslayers—
With a scraping noise, some of the scales shifted, drawing Paul’s attention. He stalked the rippling movement, waiting for an opening. Yes! The knife slipped in the gap and found its target.
It would be amazing if it wasn’t so disgusting. Paul plucked the body of the rat-sized mite off his weapon and continued the hunt.