In the belly of the mountain the GREAT WYRM stirred, and SLITHERED fourth. With a CRACK from his wings like THUNDER, the serpent took ALOFT, and espied his ENEMIES and DESCENDED upon them. His talons were as swords, his EYES like arrows, and his SCALES as the sternest armor. And HE SPAT upon his foes, and they WRITHED in FLAMES of AGONY, and were CONSUMED unto ashes.
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