Zaks POV:
I dangled from the dragon's large black paw. I could feel its scales that covered its paw graze my skin. They felt like plates being slid across my body whenever it moved its paw or tightened its grip around me with its long talons. I shook in its grasp. I watched the white dragon as it approached us in a crouch, its wings plastered to its sides. Once it was right in front of the black dragon, it stood up, its muzzle only a few inches away from the other dragon's muzzle.
The dragon that held me then opened its paw, releasing its grip on me. I fell to the floor, landing in the dusty grass with bits of cobble hiding inside it. The black dragon then roared, standing up on its hind legs, its pupils turning to slits. It brought up its paw, swiping at the white dragon, its large talons slicing through the white dragon's cheek.
Foggy blue blood streamed from the wound on the white dragon's cheek. The white dragon fixed its misty blue eyes on the black dragon, roaring as it launched itself onto the black dragon with its hind legs. The white dragon drove the black dragon into the ground, dust clouds filling the air. The white dragon sunk its claws into the black dragon's sides, dark red blood pouring out. The white dragon lifted its head up, its jaws opening. Its teeth were white, its fangs long and sharp. The white dragon then brought its head down, sinking its jaws into the black dragon's throat.
The black dragon howled in pain, its pupils dilating before returning to slits. The black dragon brought its paws up to the white dragon's back, its claws now submerged into the white dragon's back. The white dragon only flinched, bringing up its head again, ripping out the black dragon's vocal cords along with some scales and flesh. The black dragon wailed as the white dragon threw its flesh and vocal cords to the side. The black dragon brought its hind legs back, thrusting them forward, throwing the white dragon off with a powerful blow.
The white dragon fell to the broken, dust covered, cobble paths. The black dragon wobbled up, blood gushing out of the open wound on its throat. It tried to roar, but all that came out was a low, distorted growl. The white dragon made its way up, back onto its feet. It turned around to face the black dragon, snarling, showing off its now blood stained teeth. The black dragon made the same low, distorted growl before it swiped at the white dragon. Its claws slashed through the white dragon's side, more foggy blue blood pouring out.
The white dragon roared, flaring up its wings as it levitated into the air, water shooting out from its mouth. The force of the water knocked over the black dragon again. It tried to spit out fire but all that came out was ash and a small flame. The white dragon swooped down onto the black dragon, their bodies tumbling together in the dirt and fallen structures. The white dragon brought its paw up, slamming it down onto the black dragon stomach. Its long, dusty talons drove through the black dragon's stomach, the guts and organs inside it now exposed.
The black dragon's pupils dilated again, staring into the smoke filled sky, keeping still as the white dragon tore out its guts. When the white dragon spotted its beating heart, it dug its jaws into the black dragon's unmoving body, ripping it out. It threw it to the side, landing in the grass. The broken cobble paths, grass, parts of towers, fallen structures, and both dragons were now painted in fresh, red blood. The black dragon took one last breath before it had died to the paws of the white dragon.
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'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1
FantasíaZak's life was everything any civilian could ever dream of. He was a royal. Servants serving him, money, fame . . . That's something everyone dreamed of. Well, none of them, including Zak, would ever dream of the events that awaited Zak on November...
