The World Cracked Again
The heavens seemed to shatter, splinters of the sky littering around shimmering the sky and the earth in distorted refractions of the world, the vast pressure pressed the men to the ground, even their hulking figures pushed down. And through that black inky void emerged three long talons, their tight scaled skin wrapping around reality, pushing through the rupture in the world. The shimmering explosions of light as the hands crawled through.
The world had cracked again and in the brief moment of silence… the brief singular second where all the people in the city looked up at the sky, staring at the huge claws as they ripped through the sky the rippling reflections of clouds shattered and smashed to pieces as its huge fangs appeared, the rectangular jaw topped with two nostrils flames curling out of each followed by bellows of smoke tumbling from the scaled features. Its neatly organized plates shimmering a beautiful light grey, the bewitching colour of the night flowed across its skin. Each tooth seemed like it was the size of a man, the rows of pearly white fangs interlocked perfectly, ending the layers of skin that fell across the monster's face, its deep blue eyes cut with black, the constricting slit peering down at the humans like ants as its thick long neck pushed from the rift. Pushing its head up, the rest of its front legs pushed out their talons resting on the rift, letting two huge wings unfold. The grey felt like it could cover the world, opening his body to fill the day with night. Its huge, muscular tail dipping into the open air as it stared down at the city, everything agape with awe.
The beautiful silence.
The serene and peaceful moment finally interrupted by the clapping of Mahon's sandals. His gold eyes staring up at the dragon, rage swallowing his body. At the sight of him the dragon reeled back, its body fairing with its cool blue flames, the azure fire pouring out of its snarling jaws. Its powerful wings beating rhythmically, the muscles tensed, waiting. Mahon's hands stood to his sword, the golden hilt mimicking the beast in front of him.
"It's been waiting for an Olympiad… where the hell were you, I've been waiting for a monster to vent on, for too long!"
The dragon snarled, its body lurching forward, the flames spilling out of its mouth pouring over the city as it flew towards Mahon, his eyes burning with excitement.
He brought his fist up to his chin, slapped it with his other hands, a small grin swallowing his face, then he began to run, his body pushing up into the air.
"It has been far too long since I have been myself, this humanity is corrupting my emotions, so my apologies if I don't hold back!" his back ripped open, the pure and beautiful wings unfolded, pushing him up towards the dragon, his hand curled into a fist practically shaking with pressure as he rocketed to the ball of flame. A single punch pushing out to the glowing orb of energy…
"There will be silence!" In an instant the flames disappeared, Mahon's body still bursting out of the shimmering air and pushing past the extinguished tips of sapphire embers.
As he moved his arm glowed a bright red, the excruciating burning feeling crawling up his arm, flowing through his limb like the sun wrapped around his arm, vibrating and bursting with energy, His lungs bursting as he let out the words, their tune flowing from him as he carved through the sky like a shooting star.
"Oh, bring me my sword! Of burning gold!" The sound slashed through the sky pulling his fist through to the dragon's body, its huge wings covering its body wrapping it into a ball, as the burning hand slammed into it, the huge body smashed across the sky, tumbling and rolling over the clouds bursting through the fluffy white piles.