Chapter Three: On With The Mission
It was a relentless battle. With two champions unwilling to stand down. One fought for the territory, and one fought for the mission. Both sought dominance.
As another roar of flames was aimed the knight's way, he swiftly scurried around the creatures front claw. He's shield raised high and his sword still sheathed, he glared at the stream of fire. Aggravated by the unsuspecting strength in fight the stupid lizard was willing to put up.
The creature swung it's neck around as if it was nothing. A snake-like appendage that served to keep Sasuke on the defensive.
If the damn thing could just hold still for a moment..
Crimson colored orbs sharpened, small black abysses spinning in a pool of red as his gaze zoned in on the halved-blades that still remained stuck in the creatures back. It seemed it's hide would prove difficult for the man to land a fatal blow. Difficult yes, but not impossible.
A dark smirk curved the knight's features as he spotted his chance and charged the beast. Instinct had him halting abruptly midway when the very air seemed to burn. With quick movements, he whirled on his heel and lowered down to take refuge behind his shield as fresh fire poured from the dragon's mouth.
With one eye forced closed from the intense heat, Sasuke strained his other cursed orb to catch the creatures ferocious gaze through the smoke.
"Got you."
Pushing off his knee and rising his shield high as he stood back to his feet, the man pushed himself through the last streams of flames before the heat died down again. Leaving the knight to drop his shield entirely and fully trap the vermin in his spinning sight.
With movements now unrushed but determined, Sasuke finally unsheathed his glinting blade, and with a light hand movement, engulfed it with his own black fire. The Dragon's frustrated cries were ear-splitting and vicious as it struggled against it's sudden immobility caused by a look in the Uchiha's foretold gaze.
It only took one precise flick of his wrist before he pierced through the fallen guard's soft exposed underbelly, where scales had obviously been torn off during past battles. Burying it to the hilt before jerking it out in one fluid motion and watching the dark embers to devour away at the rest of the creature's body, spreading form the wound until only scales were left to blow away like ash on a passing breeze dancing through the crumbling castle.
"You put up a worthy battle. Just with the wrong opponent.."