[Despite the exhaustion and wear, the ribbons responded instantly to Forrest's energy. The lengthening strands glowed bright crimson and became hot to the touch, the ends hovering in the air like a snake.

[Then, as the dragon lowered its head and fire began jetting out, the ribbons cracked through the air like a whip. They struck the dragon's throat and squeezed. Flames and smoke struggled and choked under the pressure of the assault. The dragon roared and thrashed, pulling this way and that, but the ribbons would continue to constrict and then, in a flash of red light, the ribbons would burn their way through its neck plates.

[There was a horrible, piercing noise for its mangled throat which went for a long moment...before the dragon finally, finally went limp.]