In a fiercely intense battle with the Goldbeard Ceadeus that lasted almost forty minutes, I finally bested the beast after carting twice and nearly for the third and final time. It was in a crackshot moment where...
I was there, floating harmlessly in the water as the big bastard swam his way down. I knew then what I had to do.
I stared down imperiously on the massive dragon, waiting patiently for its inevitable rise... AND THEN I STRUCK THE DRAGONATOR!
I knew it was all or nothing at that point. It had to die.
It was him, or me.
And sure enough, "QUEST COMPLETE!"
The fist pump was real.