Rush the dragon

Nathan knew the dragon would kill Olivia if he didn't act fast. He leaped over the wreckage of their vehicle and ran toward the dragon. Nathan could faintly hear Jericho yelling at him over his rash decision. The sergeant began shooting at the dragon trying to distract it from Nathan. Once he felt close enough, Nathan's momentum came to a halt and he lined up his left arm, aiming for the Dragon's leg. All Spec Ops soldiers where assigned a small launcher attached to their left forearm that shot out a smart cable able to securely attach itself to anything. Nathan launched the cable and to his relief it securely wrapped itself around the dragon's leg and locked. With the press of a button, Nathan was off his feet and being pulled through the air towards the beast. No longer charging toward Olivia, the beast began to fly erratically trying to shake the cable and Nathan off.

Nathan held on tightly to the beast's leg. He pulled out his pistol, loaded with Cryo rounds and fired them into the Dragon's unarmored neck. He could see the liquid nitrogen spread as the dragon's yellow skin turned a cold blue around the penetrated area. Nathan unloaded his entire clip into the Dragon sending the beast into a free fall as it lost consciousness. Nathan dug his combat knife into the Beast's leg and held on tight as he retracted his cable back into its launcher. He feared that if he were thrown from the beast with the cable still attached, it would rip his left arm clean off.

The dragon went crashing through the thick brush off the forest below, Nathan's armor protected him from most of the impact he was making with branches thick enough to kill anyone out of armor. The Dragon hit the ground hard, snapping off its head from its icy neck. Nathan was thrown from the body upon impact landing face to face with the beast's decapitated head. His armor locked once he hit a certain velocity luckily saving him from many potentially broken bones but he would still have a few nasty bruises and cuts. He disengaged the lock and crawled to the head, pulling himself up he rested his body against it, trying to catch his breath. He tossed his helmet to the side and wiped the blood and sweat from his brow. It seemed all the excitement was not quite over as he saw something move in the underbrush directly towards him. He slid a new clip into his pistol and held it forward. His hand was shaking still trying to brush off the shock from everything that had just happened.