The gentle breeze blew, and ink-stained hair fluttered in the air as clothes billowed, a peerless beauty that captivated the city; with a raise of a hand, the soaring dragon instantly coiled around that slender wrist!
As thunderclouds tumbled, the members of the Western Superpower User Association harbored uncertain hearts. The last distance had been far too great; although the sight was startling, they hadn't felt the intense pressure at the time. But now, they clearly knew that if they stood in the center of that arena, a single move would certainly mean their annihilation into nothingness.
Thunder, with offense as its leading edge and protection as secondary. Yet, the sky full of alarming thunder prevented them from taking a relaxed breath within their tightly constrained chests.