Mating Season
Chapter 9
Desperate Action
I glared across the arena at the dragon that had begun to stand for everything that Malefor had stood for before. I envisioned that he was the very same entity standing before me as it was the only way I'd ever be able to use all of my force upon any opponent.
I charged, horns forward, at the red glob of scales as they stood motionless there in place awaiting my real move. I pondered whether I should bluff the charge and launch an elemental attack, or if I should do the unexpected and complete the charge.
I decided upon both of them.
I turned my eyes up and gazed into Bradley's wide eyes as the charge continued on my behalf. He analyzed every single movement of my body, and I did his in search of any inclinations as to how he would react.
Heat began to effervesce inside of my stomach where it awaited my command to be freed from my body. I held it there allowing it to build up to the point that the heat could be felt upon the walls of my internal organs.
Eventually, it became too difficult to bear within me, and I allowed it to escape up my trachea into my saliva laden mouth. Here its heat immediately forced my mouth opening reflex sending in towards the target that I had been looking at: Bradley.
He caught a glimpse of the heat as it escaped my maw a mere fifteen feet away, and he acted quickly to avoid its scorching touch. Throwing his body to the turf, his body sent a cloud of dust up into the air around him that denied my view of the attack's outcome. The crowd emitted a loud "Oh," as he hit the ground, and I suddenly feared for his life, though not enough to start my ongoing charge.
I kept my eyes locked upon the center of the dust ball in hopes of finding my target and landing a legal debilitating blow to his legs. As I neared it, it seemed as though I would not be afforded this luxury, but at the last instant I caught the side of his red body.
I dropped my horns towards a small outstanding piece of the red body and drove my horns full-forcibly into my advisory. Warmth splattered all over the top of my head, and my horns were delved into the red mass as I suddenly reached a stopping point with the scales on top of my head meeting Bradley's scales.
A loud roar was sent up into the crowd and stands, and then it was echoed back off of them creating a ringing sensation with in my ears. Aggravated by the ringing, I pulled my long horns out from the red scales rapidly causing blood to spew onto the dirt before my face. Red splotches raced past my face too and liquids splatted my body. It was something I never could get quite accustomed to.
Pulling back as the dust settled, the audience saw for the first time what had transpired inside of the dust cloaking. Cheers arose all throughout the crowd, and out of the corners of my eyes I saw the whole audience shift from their seats and wave their arms in encouragement.
Before me though, I saw what I had done to Bradley. His hind right leg had two massive punctures directly into the thigh muscle; his entire back had been scalded into a dark grey color from where the fire ball had skimmed over his back. I hoped that he would surrender them, because without a surrender I would have to give a beating almost bad enough to kill. Knowing Bradley, I probably would have to though.
He lay down with facing away for the moment and allowed me to address the crowd with my wing in order to quiet them down. I didn't want to do what they were asking me to do; I wanted them to know that much in case the unthinkable did happen.
"I'll be back, Voira," I told my friend as everybody else awaited Bradley to get back up.
"Ok, Paige."
As I got up, and moved down the aisle way, I say Spyro wave his wing towards the crowd as to tell us to, "Calm down." Everybody knew by now who Bradley really was by now, despite all of the people who hated Spyro for his powers, I don't think a single one of the people in attendance rooted for Bradley.
I maneuvered my way down to the arena level and then walked through the front row to where Cyril's ice blue body stood at the side lines watching the match. Should anybody slip and draw a fatal blow it was his duty to block it, what a shame it would be if Bradley was to be killed in this way.
I pondered the sharp fins upon his back and watched as his hind part swayed in opposite direction of his head as it fought to see the action clearly. I looked over at Spyro and my mate as Spyro climbed upon his adversary's chest. He looked placid, as though there was no threat in doing so, it seemed so surreal that this was a fight, and that he may be about to kill the dragon he stood on top of. It made this deed easier to follow through with.
Finding the motivation within me I leapt from the elevated viewing platform. Wind whished through my exposed areas of skin as I descended down upon the ice guardian's body. I situated my legs and extended my wings to reach a safe landing upon Cyril's back. Approaching his body I began to pull my legs in from the landing area as to absorb the shock.
My body collided with his causing his to turn around and yelp with surprise.
The world never would be the same again.
A/N: Thanks for reading this to date. I hope the sudden plot line makes sense and that you are able to remember the main characters involved in the plot line of this story. With the large exposition that I have included before the plot line I hope that this works. If you look back all of the lemons were added just to make the large exposition more interesting.
There are only one or two more chapters to go.
I'd like to take this time to officially announce my last Spyro Story. This one has completed quicker than expected, so now I have time to do the proper representation of my fan fiction work over my over one and a half year Spyro writing career. I don't think that any readers will be disappointed with this one regardless of what they like in their reading.
As I said the "Salute to You" tour would be two parts, and once I drew this one up I reduced it to one allowing me more time to write this one. With early completion on this one I will now be able to do the second leg of the journey.
Its first chapter will be coming at Midnight (New York Time) the morning of Monday June 7th. The title will be "When Love is Not Enough".
Further information will be posted as that date approaches.
As always, thanks for reading, without you none of this is possible,
Cornys
(Special thanks for 6,000 hits this month on all my works!)
