As she came into view in front of the sun, everyone ceased their battles to look up at her, though they had to shade their eyes. For, a white ray seemed to shimmer around her, and they were slightly blinded from looking in the direction of the sun. Foes and friends alike gazed upon her in awe, entranced at her long golden hair flowing out behind her, gazing at her silver and gold armor that was to protect her in battle. They also gawked at her glorious lance, her gold and white and red dragon lance. None could take their eyes off of her, sitting regally on her small white Pegasus. And then, the dragon came.
The red dragon, ever so large, descended from the clouds heading for her and the suspended battle below. Many of the warriors couldn't move, because of the fear or the might and magnificence of the dragon. The dragon opened its gigantic mouth, displaying rows of long razor sharp teeth and let loose a powerful and almighty snarl. Then it said, "Prepare, O Pure One, for your death!" She didn't even blink. She didn't move until the dragon was less than 30 feet away from her, then she rose high into the air to meet him and she charged.
The red dragon, the one who terrorized and devoured sacrifices from villages, flew even faster to meet the shimmering white warrior. He opened his mouth and spat out flames. She rose higher and higher, until she reached the clouds and then her Pegasus pivoted down towards the red and mighty dragon. He rose to meet them and they exchanged blows. She drove her lance down on the dragon's arm while he scratched one of his sharp talons to her leg and her Pegasus's side as he flew up. Blood rained from the sky.
The dragon roared in pain, but was still triumphant about the little pain he caused on her soft flesh where the armor didn't cover. The warriors below were entranced at this battle, for it was hideous yet graceful at the same time. Now, their armor was drenched in blood, from the dragon, the warrior, and her Pegasus.
The dragon kept flying up, so his underbelly was exposed. So the Pegasus of the warrior twisted to the right and then flew back up at an awesome speed. She held her hands up, both hands holding the lance. Before the red dragon could turn and retaliate, it was too late for him. Thus, she was able to thrust her dragon lance into the heart of the dragon.
He screamed. And roared and bellowed from rage and pain. And she pulled the lance out and flew above as he fell to the earth, shedding more blood. The warriors scrambled out of the way, as so that they wouldn't be crushed underneath. He fell to the ground and writhed once more in pain and then he was still. After staring at the dead dragon for what seemed like eternity, all the warriors looked to the sky and raised their weapons heaven-ward, for at long last the dragon was dead. Then they shouted, "All hail our heroine! Our savior! All hail the White Warrior!"