[Whether it was the spear, the sword, or a collection of branches, the dragon was still dead before it hit the ground. Oswald is in slightly better condition, once the branch snapping stops; he managed to stay on top, and is still breathing, even if he looks a bit bruised and bloody.]

"Hnnn..."

[He's also kept a death grip on his sword the entire way, miraculously not poking any eyes out...Although both of his are shut tight right now as he tries to stand up through the pain. He wobbles on his feet, before putting a hand on the corpse to steady himself.]