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Out from above a rocky outcropping Lennix flew through the air as if shot out of a catapult. The drop was ludicrous, at least double what was needed to thrust his giant, and super badass Titan Cleaver down atop the dragon's cranium.
He never thought about the practicality of it all - just knowing Squawk had an epic view perched just below was all he needed...
"Yewwwwwwwwwwww" howled Lennix, the soundwaves furiously reverberated from the cliff walls.
Falling...
F A L L I N G.
F A L L I N G, M O R E.
T H E N,
E V E N
M O R E
F A L L I N G . . .
He held the most awesome pose he could think of the entire way down.
With his weapon clenched in reverse grip, the blade tip aimed directly at the winged serpent, he could feel his hood wave furiously and tickle his face.
Just as Squawk began rolling his eyes, the beast hastily took notice. Poor sap...
Covered in iridescent black scales, the dragon’s head whipped around and up - only to see a small, harmless, spectacled falcon at least 6 stories above. Although the bird was no threat the Dragon began doing what Dragons do (which is, torch things like a flamethrower to a meat patty)...
"SSSHHUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKK"
It was the full-length of the Lennix's enormous blade plummeting squarely in the creature's black skull.
Knowing he thrusted perfection, he bounced right back in the air this time swan dive. For extra style points he threw in a front flip with his legs extended. He'd been working on his tuck lately. Surely, had a judge seen it would earn solid marks...
Needless to say, Lennix effortlessly stuck a classic "super-hero" landing then gave a curtsy to the imaginary judges.
It was flawless.
He knew it.
As he turned to gaze upon his defeated opponent...the darkness of the crashing carcass loomed upon him for a moment - before crushing the dragon slayer under the full brunt of the dragon's lifeless weight.
"brrrghhhhh brrrrrrrghhhh!!!!" The muffled sounds of Lennix could barely be heard under the incredible mass that now lay upon him.
Squawk, still perched above, took it in with satisfaction - for only a second. Then he leisurely glided down to where the dragon had fell. After some investigation, the bird found a foot vigorously shaking about under the black, scaley meat sack. He carefully pulled out his trusted (and constantly boisterous) companion who was now engulfed, from head to toe, in dragon's blood.
"Ha Haaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" shouted Lennix as he popped to his feet. Of course, the blood now flowing down his hood and armor did not give him any pause.
"That may have been my best aerial slay ever! You see that form? I was FULLY tucked for that front flip....and the landing?! This is some of my finest work..."
Squawk interrupted with a series of screeches in quick reply.
"What? Who cares about that little mishap, c'mon you know it was good! I came down from SUPER high up there, way higher than ever! And that pose?! That sword placement?!! Gotta make sure the scribe gets all the details.”
Squawk gave his approval and Lennix moved on to the second order of business......the loot!
Typically, you only find 3 things in a dragon’s lair.
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Bones. Piles and piles of bones…some picked clean while others still have rotting flesh intact.
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Loot. Where there are dragons, there is loot! Varying amounts of loot - anywhere from a few gold coin to mountains of precious jewels and everything in between. Why there is so much loot and for what purpose these legendary creatures need the loot for is a total mystery. Maybe it's a dragon's status thing? Do dragons visit each other and comment on the amount of loot they have compiled? Seems a bit shallow. Anywhoooooo……
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Dragon Eggs. Usually, one to three eggs. Not sure what others do with dragon eggs, but Lennix never touches them. Maybe he sees them as potential conquests down the road or it's some sort of moral thing…but most likely, it's the fact that there's no glory in the eggs - so no real value.
And that's what Lennix is about: Glory and all around bad-assery.
After packing up all the loot he possibly could, the victorious warrior marched out of a narrow opening in the surrounding cliffs - head high in the air…
Turning to Squawk, Lennix was already wondering about the next raid “What do you think if next time we try to *lasso *the dragon, maybe take it for a ride? Or we could incorporate a zip line in the mix…hmmm we haven’t done a good ol’ loot smash and grab in a while…”
Meanwhile the bird, flying overhead, was daydreaming of getting to town, gobbling down some mutton and curling up in a cozy nook...till then Lennix will endlessly muse about dragons, and loot, and bitchin' poses, and so on and so forth...that nook can't come soon enough...
An artist's dramatization as told by Lennix
-BRN 8.26.22
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