This is the third and newest post in a roleplay story I am a part of. In this story, I am writing the part of myself. In this particular post, I battle a dragon. xD

Wayne wrenched the throttle back and turned down a side street as the dragon landed heavily on the road, causing the surrounding blocks to rumble loudly, almost reminiscent of thunder. As he sped down the narrow road, he looked back over his shoulder, just in time to see a large eye rounding the corner, followed seconds later by fierce flames that raced after him, threatening with each second to engulf him, bike and all. He felt the heat licking at the back of his neck before it dissipated suddenly, a great wind picking up as the beast left the ground. He slammed the brakes on and made for the main road again, sliding out sideways and wheel-standing as he took off alarmingly fast.

The beast must have seen him, or at the very least heard him, because it was barely a few seconds later before the roar filled his ears again. He risked a peek, his head turning and looking over his shoulder, but there was no dragon. Where the mess did that thing go? He thought to himself, his eyes searching frantically for any sign of the dragon that he could have sworn was behind him only moments ago. His head snapped back around quite suddenly, a thought dawning on him, and thank the heavens it did, for the moment his peripheral’s could spy the air on his right hand side, he saw the great beast flying directly for him. There was nothing left to do. He knew in that moment that he couldn’t outrun this ancient creature.

He would have to fight.

In barely an instant he had slammed on the front wheel brakes of the bike. He didn’t let go of them. There would be no stylish maneuver to bring him to a halt. He flew unceremoniously through the air, crashing to the road after landing sideways on the roof of an old ’57 Corvette soft top. He scrambled to his feet, looking for anything that could give him half a chance. The bike skidded past him, sparks flying as he took his first few steps, breaking into a run as he bolted for the far side of the street, and the refuge of an old Hummer truck. Seconds after he had jumped through the driver’s side window, he regretted it, two skeleton’s lunged for him, one gripping him by the throat as the second reached for the Jian that remained sheathed on his back. As his eyes blinked furiously to fight off unconsciousness, he saw the dragon coming back for him. As the second skeleton slid the tai chi blade out, Wayne smashed his own head backward, stunning the first long enough for him to scramble free. As he turned, the second brought his own sword crashing toward his skull, with typical undead dexterity it had mistakenly swung with the flat side of the blade. Wayne punched, the limited space giving him very little room to build up a strong strike, but it was strong enough to combat the strength of one of these pitiful foes. The sword was met by Wayne’s fist and sent careening back into the neck of the first, causing it’s head to crumble right off it’s shoulders. In the split secind it took for him to lean forward, Wayne had cocked his fist and slammed it full force into the rib cage of the second, shattering the bones as he gripped it’s spinal cord, wrenching his wrist around to the left and snapping it clean in half.

He looked around quickly, his gaze fast meeting the dragon’s as it came within a few meters of the vehicle. Wayne turned the key and the truck roared to life. He slammed his foot down on the gas, the engine grumbling loud enough for the dragon to think twice. As the Hummer moved forward, the dragon roared, but Wayne was no longer afraid. He wouldn’t be deterred. If he didn’t kill this thing, others would die and he could never let himself carry that weight. This would end here.

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The dragon jumped into the air at the last second. Anything willing to attack it head on was not something to be trifled with. It belched flames after the truck as it lurched past, then took off higher into the air. It would show this opponent just what it meant to deal with a monster that had come back from extinction. Ripping a large billboard from the roof of a nearby skyscraper, the beast flew faster than ever after the metal machine that seemed to bend to the human’s will, launching the large sign down at the road in front of the vehicle.

There was nothing in all of creation that could challenge the mighty dragon, most fearsome of all the creatures of the ancient world. This little human would learn it’s place soon enough, when it became her midnight meal.

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The shifter grinded as Wayne slid it down into third, slamming on the brakes and swerving around the wreckage as the giant billboard crashed to the ground about 40 feet ahead of him. The old Hummer wasn’t happy about it and the engine seemed to sputter for a moment as he dropped her down to second, powering around the twisted metal and shifting back up again as he regained speed. He was certain he could make it to the industrial area near the port if he didn’t look back, but as soon as the thought had crosses his mind he felt the engine over-revving, almost as though the gearbox was in neutral. It would have taken time to figure what was happening, had the front of the vehicle not suddenly been tilted forward.

Well, here goes then.. Wayne thought as he reached behind him and gripped his sword, slipping it back into it’s sheath and opening the driver’s side door, leaping for the dark road as the Hummer was lifted clean off the ground. He shielded his eyes as he landed in sideways roll, stopping hard against the rim of an old Toyota Celica. It looked like a ’95, just like the one he had owned before he moved to America the year before. He scrambled to his feet and opened the door. Yes! Was the first thing that came to mind as his eyes went straight to the ignition. Keys!

He fired up the engine and took off, then stopped. No.. I can’t run. I have to end this here and now or people will die. I can’t live with that, I’d always regret the choice. I’d rather die for something than live without morals.

“Hey.. if you’re up there listening, you know what I’m up to. Watch out for me Big Guy.. stay true to your little homie down here. Much love..” As the last two words were issued from his lips, Wayne gave his chest a little pound with his right hand, beating it twice against his heart then raising it in a warrior’s salute.

Rubber burned as he dropped the clutch, ripping the small coupe into second and locking up the rear wheels as he brought her around in a full one hundred and eighty degree turn. His eyes searched the sky and he saw her, the dragon. She was perched on the roof of a large building nearby, the remains of the Hummer truck in her mouth. As the wheels screeching pulled her gaze, the wreckage dropped a good few hundred feet to the sidewalk. As she leapt from the massive structure, Wayne stepped out of the car and drew his sword. His expression was grim as he took his first few steps forward, but as he broke into a run he couldn’t help but smile a little. It wasn’t everyday you got to fight a dragon. He just wished someone could have been there to catch it on video.

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She swooped in low toward the running human, her great wings flapping furiously. This was it. The human would fall for sure this time. She had scales as hard as diamond, save only her neck and stomach, and there was no way he would know that. He wouldn’t dare to attack her head on. He was feigning to buy himself more time. He would try to run.

She dove lower, roaring louder than she had in all the days since she had taken this city for her own. The ancient flames she belched forth from between her razor sharp teeth were hotter than liquid magma and her mouth was big enough to hold an average sized sedan. As she swept in, something gleamed in the night. She lost sight of the human for a moment, just as she should have swallowed him whole, a single thought running through her mind. Is he carrying some kind of tooth?

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Wayne gulped as the dragon closed in, angling his sword to reflect the light off the street lamps into the beast’s eyes. She must have come within mere meters of him, and possibly would have swallowed him whole had she not seemed to be blinded for a moment. He dived into the gap where her mouth would likely have been, coming up from a tight commando roll and slashing up with his sword, slicing across the ancient fiend’s stomach, though perhaps not hard enough. She was still airborne. Though a scream of fury mingled with pain escaped her great mouth, she still was flying. He twirled his sword around his body once before he looked at the blade. The red blade. I got her! He thought. I actually drew blood!

He looked around frantically for something to give him a tactical advantage, all the time smiling broadly at the fact that he had just made a dragon feel pain. He was living up to his name. “The Man of Steel”. Now it was time to close the deal. He had to take this beast down and make sure the monsters knew once and for all that they had a foe worthy of their fear. This was no longer the dragon’s ball park. Now, she was on his turf. He felt the blood surging through his veins as adrenalin pumped through him. Cracking his knuckles as his eyes continued to look around, he spied it. A multiple story car park. He knew what he had to do. Sheathing his sword and looking up to make sure he was safe, he made his way back to the Celica. The dragon was circling above, apparently rethinking it’s entire attack plan.

Turning the key, the engine roared to life. The wheels spun as he sped off down the main street, zooming from left to right to avoid the abandoned cars that cluttered the center of the road. He dropped her down to second and let the clutch out fast, slipping the handbrake on for about a second as he turned into the ground level of the car park, drifting around the corner with ease in a car he was all too familiar with. Level by level he climbed, his apprehension at what was coming growing with each moment. As he sped around the final level he saw the deep night sky, he slammed on the handbrake one last time, the car grinding to a halt in a loud squeal that would have woken every man, woman and child on a ten block radius, especially on a night like this.

He turned on the hazard lights and flicked the headlights on to high beam as he stepped out of the vehicle and drew his sword again. She needed to know where he was. The roar that sounded in the night air was acknowledgment enough. As he stepped toward the edge of the building, he saw her fly past, short bursts of flame being expelled from her nostrils in what he took for an attempt to intimidate him. He wouldn’t be swayed now. He knew this was insane, but he had to try it. If it worked, he would have saved countless lives, and he would know beyond any doubt that his big Homie in the ceiling really was watching his back.

He took a few steps back and he watched as the dragon flew by again. After one or two passes he noted that she was flying lower when she passed back toward the south. That was going to be his window. He stepped back further. As she passed again, he screamed into the cold night’s air. “I’M GONNA SEND YOU BACK TO THE HELL YOU CAME FROM!!!”

The dragon turned once more, heading back once more for the pass to Wayne’s south.

He counted silently as she passed each building, taking slow steps forward. As she reached the building next to the car park structure, he broke into a run, sprinting faster than even he thought possible on account of the adrenalin. As he reached the edge of the building he jumped up onto the railing, time slowing dramatically as he leapt into the dark of night, seeming to almost move in slow motion as he flew through the air, his right hand holding his Jian firmly as his left stretched out as far as it could reach, connecting with the neck of the creature as it flew past. He clung to her neck for a few seconds as she let out a great and might roar. She wasn’t happy about having a passenger.

The second he had any measure of balance, Wayne’s right arm lashed around the dragon’s neck, thrusting the blade of the tai chi sword deep in to her neck. Blood spewed forth from the wound that was carved deep into the top of her spinal cord and she wrenched and bucked in mid air, fiercely trying to dismount the man who had mortally wounded her, but to no avail. Her limbs went limp and she started to drop, ten; sometimes twenty meters at a time. Wayne clung to her neck gravely for fear of losing his footing, his right hand clumsily holding his sword after ripping it free from the gash in the dragon’s neck. As they dropped lower and lower, she flapped her massive wings, trying to stay up, and failing. She did manage to slow their descent significantly though, and as they struck the ground, Wayne simply felt a reasonable amount of shock in both of his legs.

As the beast skidded down the road, his footing became more stable and by the time she had grinded to a halt, his left foot rested on the back of her neck, standing there casually like an armed skateboarder practicing a tail-grind. He stepped off her slowly, just in time to see her blood red eyes close for the last time. The great red dragon had fallen. Like David had slewn Goliath, so now had Wayne “The Man of Steel” Ronke also slain the dragon of Baltimore.

In barely a few moments he could hear doors opening. He saw people filing into the streets and cheering. His cheeks burned a fierce red. One young man reached him and held out a small video camera, whispering to Wayne so only he could hear. “I’m a telepath. So here’s your video.”

Wayne was blushing. So many people. It kind of bothered him that no one had thought to come in with an assist, but then again, fear wasn’t really something you could control. He took the camera and smiled, thanking the young man and looking down the street to a dark patch of road where there was a small lump in the shape of an old triumph motorcycle. He began to walk through the gathering crowd, nodding and smiling as he headed for his bike.

It was time to hit the road.

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