Meanwhile...

Deep inside a cave at the far end of the forest a great dragon gives a terrifying scream as a gush of blood bursts from its neck. It writhes in agony, smashing apart the lair it has spent countless centuries perfecting. In one corner a pair of damsels are hiding from the destruction behind a stone column. As the dragon falls to the ground, dead, its clubbed tail swings wildly and breaks the column. The victims shriek with fear but before the stone could crush them a griffin materialises, picks them up in its talons and flies them across the room to the dragon's slayer before disappearing again.

The battle was over. The slayer's sword, wide as a dinner plate and longer than her whole body turned back into a common cutlass in a flash of light. A moment later her intricately jewelled plate armour did likewise, turning into simple leather.

Feeling safe for the first time in two days one of the damsels hugs her saviour tightly. "However can we thank you?" she asks. Catching on her twin sister added to the hug while resting her head on the slayer's breasts. "Yes, how can we thank you?" she asked in a teasing tone.