No way! (Fight her)

After this good night and breakfast you feel your strengths come back. {if Intelligence <= 0} Even if this crazy inquisitor laugh at you, you still want to survive, and going to the dragon is the worst way by far.{endif} {if Intelligence > 0} You feel more confident about your chance of surviving this day, and presenting yourself to the dragon is definitely not the good way.{endif} It is your last chance to survive and you take it. You grab the knife and turn yourself to hit the throat, but you have to stand and the inquisitor has time to step back calling the guards. You rush on her to strike again, she catches both your wrists but trips over the platform and you both fall on it. You headbutt her in the fall, free your knife hand, but have no time to use it because of the two guards who enter the room, jump on you and easily disarm and restrain you. The inquisitor bounces back, her nose bleeding.

“Ok, you want to play it harshly” She hits you on the cheekbone and orders the guards to remove your cape and to hold you on the pole, what they gladly do. She came back with hemp rope and bound you painfully against the pole; one loop is added in your mouth to prevent any understandable words. Finish the friendly tone; she gives straight order to the guards to hold you firm and don’t bother if they grope your breasts by the way as longs as they don’t disturb her binding work.

Then, she puts the cape on the platform at your feet, opens the door and calls for monks to carry the platform on which you are bind.

Seeming pleased by the result the inquisitor orders the monks to carry you to the hill. When you pass the door you see the whole assembled crowd. They are here to see the last moments of the witch and you can hear either insults or sexual proposition due to your fine underwear’s. Someone throw a stone at you which end on the pole next to your head. The inquisitor makes it stop for cause of the dragon don’t like pounded meat. And order the monks holding the platform to walk to the hill. No more stones fly, but someone has the brilliant idea that tomatoes must give you a better taste and you are the inquisitor agreed with a smile. The procession is a nightmare; everyone seems to hate you, and even a girl you considered as a close friend throw one tomato in your face. Having your soul eaten by the dragon may not be so bad after all if it put a quick end to this nightmare.

During the journey the beautiful morning sky fills itself with black clouds at the point of being nearly dark when you reach the top of the hill. There, the platform is lain down on the floor and the monks retreat from you. The inquisitor comes to you, puts the cape on your shoulders, a tight black satin collar around your neck and congratulates you for being so well seasoned for the dragon. Then she closes the cloak and the hood and adds “Maybe the tomato juice would protect you of the fire Elisabeth…”.

The inquisitor turns to the villagers and makes them retreat under the nearest trees. She begins to chant in an unknown language and the thunderstorm break out. Then appears the dragon, he is twelve meters long and have dark grey scale. He circles two times around you before disappear behind your back. Your bindings preventing you from turning your head you can only see the villagers in front of you step back and the radiant smile of the inquisitor as a terrible blast of fire surround you from behind. Under the effect of heat the stones around you begin to melt but you can’t see more as the dragon catches you in flight with the pole, knocking you **** under the impact.