Why do you still hold BACK?
What fear so tightly gripped her that she may not heed the dragon’s warning? To be found by her previous captors? No, that mattered little with SERPENTINE fangs now poised at her throat. Or, perhaps, what is to discover the thrill of imparting righteous destruction and find she likes the taste?
Alas, the ache of that burning question slipped fast from the mind as the body grew ever weary. Hot, dry air and the sting of pungent iron filled her lungs with each haggard draw of breath. While pain like hellfire still smoldered where the blade had sung deep, the rest of her arm began to tingle. First, in the tips of her fingers, then slowly it crept upward. A soft breath of wind brushed against her neck and she shivered.
Blue eyes lifted their tired gaze from the sands and up towards the hazy horizon. She blinked dazedly, catching the sudden blurred appearance of a large domed shadow amongst the sand clouds. The low distant hum of energy was almost soft at first before quickly rising to a roaring crackle. A harsh flash of pale green abruptly launched from the maw of the second monster, its bright glowing hue illuminating in sapphire eyes.
Yet, just as LUNAR radiance serves as a beacon in the night sky, so too does she in this moment of assaulting darkness– of peaceful surrender. For as the attack rapidly closed the distance, it felt as though time itself slowed at Khonsu’s touch, and she was awash in a wave of sudden calm. No sound left her lips nor did her weakened stance shift in the sand. Only did her eyes change, their brilliant blue fading into luminous blue-white pools.
With a deafening clap, the sky appeared to open and HEAVEN’S LIGHT beamed down to enshrine its precious vessel from harm. Howling winds roused from the impact whipped up a fresh shroud of dust, amply concealing the wrathful summoning her enemy had done well to provoke.
A keen eye might have caught slivers of white peaking through the windstorm as the earth beneath their feet trembled under a guttural, beastly rumble. Pale wings came unfurled and by the strength of a single wingbeat they cast away the desert’s golden veil. Now plain for all to see, a pair of huge fanged jaws hissed open and from the depths of the beast’s throat erupted not flame but a THUNDEROUS blast. The mighty strike engulfed the chelonian monster, incinerating its form and thus banishing it from this plane with a holy indignation.
A low content growl rumbled in the white dragon’s throat but, by a flare of its nostrils, it knew there was prey yet hidden amongst the dunes. Alas, wherever the serpent may have slithered off to, surely its eyes may be blinded by the shine of Ra’s rays reflecting off brilliant white scales. And for all the dragon’s rage, it resisted the impulse to hunt and remained in place to curl its long tail around the unconscious body laying at its feet.
