"More ammo for me, then," Frisk says, shrugging. Well. It was do or die time, literally. They zip up their hoodie and grip one of the Icebrands in their hand, rolling their neck. They nod towards Baiken, and begin striding towards the dragon's cave.

It's deathly silent on the approach. The only sound is the low whistling of mountain winds. That is, until a low growling begins coming from the cave. Frisk opens their mouth to say this is Baiken's last chance to back out, then closes it. That would probably be an insult to her.

When the dragon, broken, bloody, bleeding, wings clipped and horns missing, charges out of the cave roaring, Frisk steels themself in a battle stance... then drops a Smoke Bomb, disappearing.