There the dragon lay, atop its kindoms worth of gold and other gloriouse treasures. No one could tell why the dragon hordes such beauty away and never releases it, but does. And hidden far from the wreched graps of humanity this particular lair await. It's gardian sleeping upon the wealth. It's body a musty grayed-purple with wings tips singed in a dusty yellow. Damp cold cave walls protected both the ransom and dragon. Yet in its deepest slumber the dragon,Clyer as it was called, stirred. Openning one peircing crimson eye it scanned the great cavern where it slept. He sensed nothing but rose from his bed. Gold coins and a few jewels embeded into his stomach. Crawling out from his depths he met a loan warrior at the entrance of his home, his haven.
Clyer circled restlessy around the intruding knight. Prepaired for a battle to the death. Unaffriad. The battle worn scars riddled about his body. The most notable a medium sized whole in his right wing. But it did well to match. Both wings were tattered at the edges and showed signs of great triumph and defeat. Although, even without these showings the strength could be seen in Clyer's eyes. Wisdom that out weighed any humans.
The knight lunged forward, as every other had. Clyer avioded with ease. Knowing the tactics that were sure to follow. Again the knight lunged and again the dragon dodged. But there were things unexpected about this knight. Great power swelled in his veigns as he began chanting. Obviously resorting to his true mastery. A glowing sphere encompassed his hands. He was not one to waste time pussy-footing around. The glowing powder blue sphere shot from his hands and hit with deadly accuracy into the dragons heart. Clyer fell and a pool of blood seeped through his scales and onto the ground. His final breathes were spent in keeping his heart beating as he watched the knight enter his kingdom. |
Submission Name: dragon's defeat
