White light. Burning. White shining blazing sparks of fire. Cut and cut and cut and cut.
Screamed.
Screamed.
Gone.
Twice, it had defeated him.
Third time lucky, indeed. ⚔️🗡️⚔️

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The dragon bent out of the mist. Lowered itself before Marith. Bowed its head.
Like a horse, waiting to be mounted. Like a dog, beaten and begging for treats.
Like a lover, kneeling in desire and surrender at his feet.

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