Cold and with dragons

Everyone knew, save a dragon's life, you get four free kills. None knew that better than Brant, the farm hand, as he scrabbled on his back through the ploughed field. Harold chose death for the boy who poured hot wax down his back while at church when they were both children. Brant whimpered as Harold watched the dragon bare down on him. "Kill him already," Harold ordered. Flames spewed forth, igniting screams of terror. The dragon lifted the burning Brant in savage jaws and...a sickening crunch as his back cracked in two.

Revenge was best served cold, and with dragons.