Chapter 72: The Goldsmare’s Fire vs the Weeping Crown
PRESENT
Adrei’s claw sunk further in the cross before another lunged for her left as she blocked, seething as a million slices chipped away her hardened scale like a chainsaw, steam rising from blood-gel burns. The Sovereign’s eyes rose further, the bare dent on the Dragon’s skin impressing her, before a chant was heard in the air.
<Muds, Shockwaves, Flip>
The dead muds boiled, ungrown seeds bursting into smoke, and then the ground heaved, flipping them skyward as the sovereign’s smile met the glare, her hand commanding with swings as she swung her cross to the right, meeting Adrei’s striking claw, then retracting for a left to meet another. Right, left, down, up, down, side, then the waist, before being blocked by something leathery, the air held its breath for the majestic wing from the Dragon Queen, as Adrei unfurled the wing and bounced the cross back, before gliding and carving the sky anew as her scaled elbow colluded into the sovereign’s stomach, impacting her to bounce and claw through the air with a subdued gasp, before a cross returned and cushioned her back, her ribs cracked, then liquefied and reformed as she chuckled.
The Dragon didn’t relent and glided the distance with a glare, only for her elbows to be tugged along with a sickening scent of iron. Her draconic eyes glanced over her shoulder, blood seeping from cracks as baskets of red bony hands grasped both her arms, as if her scales were the key to escape eternal torment. A shade towered over her as the Dragon Queen turned, the blood cross, now the size as if it would cover the next red moon, hovered over her like a Queen is a mere ant.
"Feel free to fall back down with that human over there."
The Sovereign smiled with closed eyes as she swung down the cross, crashing Adrei’s skull as she gritted her teeth. Even with a slight crunching on the scale, the Dragon muttered.
<Arcs, Circulate, Enlarge>
Her scaled leg boiled steams as she kicked up against the cross, a flamed arc tracing like peeling away skins of the sky. Flames meet blood, blood splurged and exploded, the cross half-broken, before the flamed arc’s gap widened and shredded the blood crosses and the hands that dared to touch the Queen’s shoulder, silent screams carrying over to the horizon.