Fight - End
Drache howled in pain, tearing himself away from the Gold Dragon. Valino snarled in disgust, spitting out the scrap of scales in his mouth. They tumbled down into the angry ocean below, disappearing into the white foam. Valino flapped his wings hard, propelling himself forward and into the Red Dragon's stomach. His maw opened once again, seeking to tear more flesh. Drache cried out again, raking his claws across Valino's face. The Gold Dragon grunted, but continued his attack, using his own claws to make deep incisions on the Red's rear legs.
Furious and losing strength and blood rapidly, Drache back-flapped, away from his opponent. He lashed out with his thick tail, catching the Gold in the chest. Valino's breath left him with a whoosh, and he fell a few feet before regaining his flight. Drache, unwilling to attack directly again, hovered above the Gold. The light of triumph had left his eyes, replaced by a desperate yearning for it to all end. Valino, however, held strong. Looking up, he roared in burning agony as the Red Dragon's fire breath rained down on him like molten lava. He scratched wildly at his face, trying to quell the flame that licked at his scales, singeing them black. Shaking his head wildly back and forth, he was suddenly hit in the side by something large.
Drache, taking Valino's moment of weakness and using it to his advantage, had driven straight for the Gold's side, horns extended to pierce his body. He latched on with sharp claws, digging in deep as he clamped his jaws on the Gold's leg. Biting hard, he tore away a chunk of flesh. Valino, blinded by the fire, lashed out with his claws in every direction. Drache caught a claw in the right eye, and the orb came clean out. Blood spurted from the empty socket as the dragon let out a gut-wrenching cry and fell backwards through the air.
Valino scrubbed at his own eyes desperately, extinguishing the flame that burned up his face. Blinking, he found that he could see, but poorly. Looking down, he saw the Red's form falling. He let out a warning roar as his opponent neared the rocks. But it was too late. The dragon was impaled; spike going through the back to protrude up through stomach. He didn't move.
Sombered at the loss of a great opponent, Valino bowed his skull for a moment. He silently prayed that his soul reach a good afterlife. Then, weary and bleeding from numerous wounds, the Gold Dragon ascended. He sprawled out atop the cliff he had been on, weak. A loud cheering went up for him as the whole of the Tiligar celebrated his victory and the end of the war.
Back down by the water's edge, Drache's claw twitched.