Caramon taking two Draconians

Caramon, standing near the front of the cart, started to go to Goldmoon’s aid when he heard Sturm’s cry. Then two of the creatures bore down on him. Swinging his shortsword to force them to keep their distance, Caramon drew his dagger with his left hand. One cleric jumped for him and Caramon slashed out, his blade biting deep into flesh. He smelled a foul, rotting stench and saw a sickly green stain appear on the cleric’s robes, but the wound appeared just to enrage the creature. It kept coming, saliva dripping from jaws that were the jaws of a reptile—not a man. For a moment, panic engulfed Caramon. He had fought trolls and goblins, but these horrible clerics completely unnerved him. He felt lost and alone, then he heard a reassuring whisper next to him.
“I am here, my brother.” Raistlin’s calm voice filled his mind.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 153
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman