You set forth against the great unknown with a new plan. You, Vanessa, and the guild climb the mountain you still can't say the name of. One of the members falls off the mountain and dies on impact. At least it was quick... You and the surviving members reach the peak, already tuckered out from the climb. The dragon's fine; he didn't have to climb an 11,000-foot-tall mountain, the lucky bastard. He's got a deep fierceness in his eyes, but you and your group's is fiercer. You, Vanessa, and her whole guild charge at the dragon, smacking it with various weapons. However, since most of the guild is magic users, all of them are wielding some kind of wooden staff or wand. Those aren't good for hitting! The dragon chuckles and smack away you and your entire guild off of the mountain. Now, you get to face the same fate as that member that fell of the mountain. At least it was quick...