章 11: Firefight
Dragons, a mighty species borne in the first instances of life. Powerful beings of unparalleled powers that ruled both land and air, wherein their maws spewed engulfing flames that could rend forests to ash and dust, and their wings glided with ease in the torrential winds. Their gigantic size graced the skies, and their scales shimmered with majesty. One of the mightiest beings ever conceived and made with his influence, was now in front of him, staring at him with a beastly glare.
Its whole entire body was covered in black scales that shined purple under the moonlight. Its head, full of horns reaching from its jaw and head, almost resembling a mane of sorts. Its wings were torn and scarred, and they were wide, being able to fill the diameter of this wholes pace and more.
It was smaller than usual, the ones he was familiar of were as tall as mountains, but this one paled in comparison, being able to fit into a building was something unheard of from them, but as he looked close it really was a dragon, he was sure of it since he had a part on its creation.
"AHAHA!" Adaceus chuckled, "I was starting to think I would never see anything familiar in this world, but look! A dragon! A real dragon is in front of me! HAHA, a pleasure to meet you!"
The dragon gave no response, except only looking at him with fury in its eyes, which was strange to him.
"Are you able to converse, mighty dragon?" He said, confused as to why it wasn't talking.
The dragon roared in anger, sending debris and rubble down on them, shaking the entire building, before it opened its maw wide and a burst fire was shot toward Adaceus. He dodged quickly, the roaring flames missing him by an inch as he ducked under to the ground, but still felt the fire warming his back. After a short time, the fires calmed, subsiding completely, and Adaceus stood up.
"Mighty dragon, what is the meaning at this!?" He screamed, but the dragon only roared again, and, with rampaging steps that shattered the ground beneath, ran towards him and raised it claw up. Adaceus, with a flicker of movement dodged to the side, the strike missing him by an inch that sent a shockwave out.
Somethings wrong. He thought.
He observed more intently at the dragon, and noticed its oddly bloodshot eyes and bleeding tears of black. It was panting wildly, drooling from its dangling, and open jaw and its body was oddly malnourished. It was moving crazily about, turning its head like it was blind, looking for him.
"Something is definitely wrong." At that he waved his hand, conjuring a sigil of black.
The dragon was still turning its head all around like a ball on a rope, waving it all about in a mindless fashion, until, out of the brink, a figure struck it. Latching unto his face was a figure made entirely of black armor. It raised up a wicked looking bardiche and struck at the dragon's eyes, slashing at it with formidable swings, each strike drawing blood and gore out of its flesh. Another attack came, one in a form of a thunderous blast that was shot out by Adaceus, and it exploded upon impact. They kept on the offensive, the black soldier violently gnashing at it with its bardiche, and Adaceus, pouring spells. The dragon then clawed on the soldier, causing it to be sent back and crashing on a wall, before the dragon breathed its torrents of fire at it. Its head was suddenly knocked back as Adaceus casted another spell, this time a collision of black energy collided in its face, abruptly ending the fire as its head was knocked away.
It looked at him with a flared fury, but it was knocked away again by the wolfen soldier, out of the smoke it jumped at its face again with unstoppable might, and continued its assault.
"Damn it, this is tough."
He intently looked at the dragon again, until his sights were distracted by something sticking out of the dragon's shoulder. He focused, trying to discern what it was until its form came into vision. It was a golden blade, sunk deep into the flesh of the dragon.
He went into action, running to the dragon in top speed. His soldier was suddenly launched next to him, hitting the ground hard as it bounced across and past him. The dragon focused it sight toward him, and opening its jaw, spewed out blazing fire at him. He raised hi hands at it, and in a split second conjured a sigil to absorb the brunt of the attack. The fires intense heat spread away from him, completely nullifying the incoming attack.
He went close and jumped a vast height, directly to its face that was still continuing to spew fire. He lifted his other hand and another sigil sprouted, within it was an orb of light, and it shot toward the beast's eyes. The orb then exploded in a brilliant explosion, causing the dragon to stagger. He then lunged toward it with a sudden force propelling him, and bashed his sigil shield at the already floundering dragon to the side.
He landed on the dragon's neck, and slid down on his shoulder, where he grabbed hold of the mysterious sword. He struggled to get it off the dragon's flesh, and it felt like it was driven to stone, it was a challenge just to move this thing and barely budged when he would add force. He was still occupied in lifting it off, but a deep huff was heard, just toward him, and when he looked, the dragon was staring at him with its eyes, bright with rage. It roared at him, and begun spewing another breath of fire, entirely ignoring it was its own flesh it was enflaming on. Adaceus quickly sprouted another sigil shield, and he frantically went to work again, trying desperately to lift it up.
The soldier suddenly appeared with blinding speed on its jaw, grabbing the lips and pulling, redirecting the flames and its body away from Adaceus. The arm of Adaceus then glowed a bright red, and a number of small sigils suddenly started appearing, orbiting his arm and making it glow. A burst of strength came to him, and in that instance his sigil covered arm pulled the sword hard up, and it slowly released; fully out, he bore witnessed to its complete form.
It was a slender, golden blade, that was sized longer than him, and it felt like a giant in his hands. The dragon roared a more fearsome bellow, and it raised its entire body in pain, and generated a force strong enough to push back the black soldier. Adaceus jumped down, walking away and taking a battle stance, staring down the almighty beast he had a part in creating.
He moved the sword about, moving his body like a dance of steel. It felt surprisingly light, each stroke he took resounding a melodic, metal hymn, and after a couple of strokes, he raised it high.
The dragon was still busy fighting the wolfen soldier; with the soldier doing a great job of mutilating its face with large cuts, and that allowed him to prepare an attack. He then focused on the sword, gathering all his energy unto a singular point. The point of the blade, appeared a ball of black energy, swirling about in rapid twirling motions upon the tip. He strode with quick steps toward the dragon, and then launched the ball unto one of its wing. It obliterated it off, completely destroying the wing and cutting it of from its body. The dragon roared in pain, but the soldier was still holding its attention, not letting it able to retaliate on the one who severed its wing.
Adaceus leapt and slashed away at its body; the sword driving through its thick flesh like ice to a flame. Delivering flurry after flurry, he unrelentingly attacked at the dragon; its limbs, its plated back, its underbelly, all filling them with cuts and stabs, its hardened scales not proving a challenge to him as he did do.
Adaceus raised high his new sword at the dragon's head, held in place for him to strike by the soldier, and dealt the killing blow by stabbing the head.
The grueling battle finally concluding.
The dragons body dropped to the ground causing the entirety of the room to shake. The dragon's body then exuded out a thick black goo from its mouth, a slow ooze as it exited, but Adaceus paid no mind; except to only sigh in exhaustion. He walked to the dragons head and took out his sword that was thickly coated with its blood.
"It is done," Adaceus said, breathing raggedly from exhaustion, and sheathed his blade, tying it to his back with a piece of fabric. Something caught his attention, just to his corner vision.
Flickering in the distance, he turned to see what it was, and saw it was the light, floating atop the throne and undulating waves of light as if it were signaling to him. Walking toward it with slow steps, he climbed the throne to which the light was. Climbing atop the rubble and desolated throne, where he was met with a surprise.
"What."
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