She comes in like fire, burning, blazing like the reptilian irises that threaten to induce the most grievous death— agonizing, scorching like the flames that reign in hell. A corporeal manifestation of a soul so full of might, the very presence of this creature alone is enough to send hoards running as far away as possible.
‘As shall I,’ comes willful response that can only be heard by her and her alone. A mighty roar that shakes the earth, the dragon takes air, valiant wings trembling the air that seeks it to take flight. Jaw, claws, fire at the ready, she wills herself into motion to reign hell down on those who opposed them.
Victory was in their hands.
Behemoth at her side, there she stands of regal posture, hair lit like a crown of flame upon her head, set ablaze by the company of the valiant heart that so accompanied her, a companion of war and strife.
Chaos reigns imminent at their behest, the ringing cry of the battlefield all but silenced by the terrible bellow bequeathed by dragon’s lungs. The Earth quakes and shudders as it’s buffeted by the stroke of mighty wings, just as the heavy cloth draped about her shoulders flutters in the wake of wing beats’ breeze. Blade brandished high, the warrior follows after her comrade, cape settling still around her as she rushes onto the battlefield.
Let them witness their end come to them in a flurry of blood and steel,
the heat of scorching flames and gnashing teeth nigh.