Duke vs Wyvern 2

As the last punch connected, everyone's eyes were on both Duke and the giant white dragon as it got the teeth smacked out of its mouth. The dragon head swirled around dizzily for a second before falling down to the ground either unconscious or dead; they weren't exactly sure… 

But Duke? Duke stood triumphantly on the dragon's unconscious body. All the other dragons stopped retaliating for a second, seeing their leader just being punched down; it was natural for any animal to understand their current situation. 

Their head had been cut off, and now the lifeless body was all that remained… If they wished to live, it was best to bow down to the strongest person, and in their eyes, that was simply Duke. As the other dragons bowed down their heads, Pyotr and the rest finally descended down into the cavern, or rather the nest, as well. 

As Duke stood there on the dragon's body, both arms raised, basking in the glory of every other dragon bowing down to him, it reminded him of the old days…of the rather simpler times, honestly. He was born in the streets of Russia to a prostitute who wanted nothing to do with him. 

He was tossed into the streets when he was barely a kid and had no one to really teach or defend himself. He did whatever he needed to do in order to survive… He stole, he fought, and when time came down to it…he got his hands dirty… He did things he would regret a lot in life… decisions he was not proud of… But for a child trying to survive…in the end there was never really a choice.

That was until the day he came across that, a secret underground fighting ring… So many people are fighting for their lives and winning both money and glory… It felt almost unrealistic; it was like the ring itself was calling to him. He wasn't still exactly sure what caused him to gain interest in such stuff, and in all honesty it didn't matter. 

There were a lot of decisions he regretted in life…this was not one of them.His first match didn't exactly go as he thought it would, even if he had experience in fighting… He was almost killed just in his first match. 

That was apparently how brutal the rings were, but…the fact that he was alive…and every feeling and warmth that ran throughout his body in those moments he stood in the ring…it was too captivating…too addictive… That feeling had a hold on him like nothing else…

 He knew he couldn't live without that exhilaration anymore…So he did what he could… He put all his time into training… Sneaking inside dojos and boxing rings and learning all kinds of martial arts…he reveled in the feeling of combat. 

Fighting was both his second and first nature, and the high he achieved during the moment of bloodbath was something that can never be replicated again….And so for someone like him, this was no less than heaven. 

The apocalypse was simply the request he would have made to God every day: a world where he could fight as much as he wanted. A world where he could truly live with his true nature…a world that accepted and embraced his violent tendencies…a world that was made for him… And currently he stood at the top of that world…or he thought so…Considering things had been going pretty well so far, there was no reason for any of them to really worry.

 The dragon was down, and it didn't seem like it was getting up anytime soon…however…the ground shook. Everyone in the room felt it… and every single giant wyvern began flying away…began flying out of the nest… Like hundreds of thousands of bees leaving their hive at once, a giant cloud of shadows was formed in the sky above the entrance of the nest…

 No one was sure what exactly was going on anymore…Yves was already crying, hiding behind Amir… Even the narcissistic ladies man seemed nervous for a second, and Pyotr… He wasn't exactly nervous; then again, he wasn't aware of their current situation, so he definitely didn't feel at ease either. 

As for Duke? He was ecstatic… His heart was pumping as hard as it could… He was more than ready for whatever was going to show up… But to be honest…No one was ready….Suddenly, from one of the giant caverns within the walls, they heard a sound… a sound that seemed akin to a roar… just so much louder that it caused the entire cavern to start shaking badly….cracks formed within the rock just from the sounds of the roar as the creature approached them.

Within a nest there's always a queen, generally the mother of all the others. Within this giant wyvern nest, they all assumed the white wyvern was the queen due to its unique color; however, they couldn't have been far off. The white color was rare indeed, but that was not the queen…that was its mate.

 Which they had just injured very, very badly…meaning the actual queen was very, very pissed off right now.Duke clenched his fist in excitement…ready to take on whatever would come out…expecting a giant creature, however, expectations after other misleading.

 The giant wyvern that came out was the same size, if not a few feet shorter, than the white one he had just fought….this was going to be even easier than he thought…The queen had a black color along with blue spots covering her body; the spots seemed pretty much alive. 

The queen laid her eyes upon her mate down on the ground…barely breathing… Obviously overcome by anger, her blue spots flared up into red, blazing flames all around her body. Duke prepared himself for combat; however, nothing happened… Pyotr, who was watching everything from afar, felt the shock run down his spine as his eyes widened upon witnessing the "nothing." 

What had actually happened was the queen moving so fast the duke couldn't even register it… One moment he was standing upon the defeated white wyvern… The next second it crashed directly into a nearby wall…When Duke's brain finally caught up with his surroundings, he grunted in pain, coughing out a certain amount of blood from his mouth.

 That hurt like a bitch… especially his left arm…it almost felt like…Everyone went silent as they looked at Duke's body embedded in the wall… but everyone's eyes went to a single spot instead… It was where his left arm used to be.

 Long gone now, leaving behind simply a torn shoulder with nothing attached to it… Duke didn't even have the chance to panic or scream as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell onto the ground… bleeding

Pyotr, who was the leader and smartest one, realized… Duke, who is arguably their best fighter right now… was both maimed and taken out by the queen in one attack that they couldn't even see… as the reality of the situation began to settle in… "Fuck…"