Scales shining brightly as he climbed higher into the sky, Khirsah watched as the tiny kender raced along the citadel. Once he disappered from view, the great bronze twisted around. His wings stretched, his back arched, his tail lashed; he was a most magnificant sight.
Khirsah's fiery eyes searched for his foe. The blue was no where to be seen. Soaring through the clouds he sighed. This battle was getting out of hand. He shouldn't have let the young kender go. He would no doubt get into trouble, maybe even get himself killed. But he wanted to help his friends, to try to save them. Shaking his great head, Khirsah dove below the clouds. A loud cry interrupted his thoughts. He swerved to the right as a jet of flames shot past him.
There was Skie, Kitiara's great mount. His rider gone, Skie had nothing to lose. Except of course, his life. The two dragons locked eyes and attacked.
The battle raged. Both dragons were still going strong, neither mortally hurt. Skie's red eyes pierced through the clouds that surrounded Khirsah. As smoke trailed out of his opponents nostrils, the bronze regarded the blue. Skie was older than Khirsah by many years, he was much more experienced. But Khirsah had more stamina, he had the energy to go on for hours.
He was brought back to reality as another jet of bright flame shot through the sky. The massive beast stretched his neck forward and tilted his wings down. He soared toward the earth, a bronze blur falling from the sky. He leveled out a mile from the ground, his eyes
looking for his commander. The elderly dragon was no where to be seen, neither was the old man.
Skie flew after him, his bright blue scales melding into the sky, making it nearly impossible to see spot him. Khirsah saw the fire in his ruby eyes and knew he could put this off no longer. His time had come. A fight to the death.
Skie flew into Khirsah, his glittery claws tearing into his side. The bronze dragon craned his neck sideways, snapping at the blue's wings. He instead got ahold of his left flank, ripping off a chunk of flesh and scales. Roaring in pain, Skie rammed his head into Khirsah,
who then rolled out of his way. He spread his wings and took off, ascending higher into the heavens, Skie's blood dripping from his jaws.
Another jet of fire flew at him, but Khirsah wasn't quick enough. The fire caught him on his right wing, his bronze scales slowly melting off as he screamed in pain and rage. With a last flap of his nearly dissolved wing, Khirsah reached Skie, gripping his claws into Skie's side, his mighty jaws clamped around Skie's outstretched neck.
Skie gave a shriek as the breath left his lungs. His great wings stopped beating. A blur of red and black against the blue sky, Khirsah and Skie fell. As he fell, Khirsah's mind wandered to the kender, hoping he was alive. He had, after all, saved his life...twice.
And as their burnt and bloodied bodies hit the earth, the ground gave a great shake. Then, all was still. Neither body moved. Khirsah, so very near death, held fast to Skie's throat, waiting for the blue to die. And when he finally felt Skie's heart stop he let go of his opponent. And with his dying breath he prayed to Paladine to save the young kender.
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