I pause, still as a statue.

I eye my enemy, Corrupted Bahamut, from afar.

One mismovement, and he will see me.

My tensed, scaly tail curves around a lush, green, plant.

My head is a dragon’s mask

My claws can cut through

5 feet of tungsten like a hot knife through butter.

My dead white eyes stare like nothing.

He sees me.

We clash into battle as once luminous claws, slice at the enemy

now burning with purple flames.

With the heart of a cat, I hiss at him.

With the heart of a dog he growls at me.

We both unleash the hottest purple embers

we ever had before.

After the smoke clears I see something.

My enemy is lying unconscious on the floor.

I have won the battle but not the war.