[CoolNard]

Suzette has passed out from pain. I'm ashamed I couldn't do a thing to alleviate it... The horizon suddenly becomes dimmed and the darkness punctures the sky. Dragons are closing in on us. I need to do all I can to protect Suzette. My love... I can't do a thing for you in real life. Maybe if you died, then I won't have to bear that guilt anymore... NO! I can't let her die. I lay suzette onto Flearin's argent back and secure her with his long mane, and plead him to make a bee line for the largest acacia tree I see, hurdling and barrelling across rocks and lakes and swamps. The dragons are catching up but still not near enough, I can be a decoy and parry the horde; They won't notice her. Protect her, protect her, protect her, protect her; my heart, my lungs, my feet, my arms! Protect her!! I can risk everything! I scoot a distance of five kilometres in five minutes, breaking a thin coat of sweat, not from the run but by the pressure being unable to protect Suzette. My legs work themselves toward the dragons.

"T-the DragonSin?!" A roar of astonishment greets my ears. "Of all the places to meet an ex-DragonGeneral!" The dragon-clad sky shadows my identity. Let them think I'm Swiftant, they have no right to live now. I stop dead in my tracks and do a brief head count: Twenty... Thirty-six dragons - about my capacity. Given my congenital ability, I can win.

"Imbecile! The DragonSin is just now one measly human!" Another of the detestable reptiles chides. Even if he had fought on equal footing with the Elites and Golden General, they had him all but outnumbered! We merely didn't expect to find him here. We, the Bounty Brigade must have been graced with Her Gloriousness Queen Shakura! This is a fortuitous opening with which we must eradicate him!" He sneers in my direction, but I am not there to begin with.

"Lightfoot." My daggerboot has pierced the Bounty dragon's hide. "Outnumbered? I wonder..." I sneer back, my eyes meeting his.

"You..! You're not Swiftant!" His face is engraved with abrupt shock, as are his comrades'. Indeed, my the color of my visual organs have given way to the dull, downcast, suffocating grayness of storm clouds. My whole being vibrates in happy agony, as I taste the blood from his wound. I bury my foothold deeper into his stomach and prance up to his chest on the other leg, slicing the dragon clean open. His innards dangle out from his front, raining blood over the accursed land.

"GET HIM!!!" And the thirty-five dragons charge at me.

I dive into the dead dragon and immerse myself into his tissues. The body is falling really fast: The ground below clenches its particles to shatter my bones, while the dragons above me breathe fire and roast their one of their own, in an attempt to kill me. I instinctively coil my entire body into an acute kink, wringing out my spleen, kidneys, lungs and every other body part in the process. I can feel my fluids flowing out of my pores. Like a blanket, I pull the dragon's insides along and cocoon myself in it. Within seconds, every vein is taut and overinflated by choked cells.

"AaaaaaAAAARRRGHHHHH!!!" I wail, in excruciating pain, every syllable louder than the last. I release the stored tension. The tightened dragon's body ruptures and lashes out: Every chunk of dragon meat, mangled beyond recognition, stretches like elastic bands and rips like paper; veins spurting their hideous contents, leaving no spot unfurnished. The other dragons are knocked back into overhanging cliffs and trees. Most of whom have splinters of bones etched into their eye sockets, blinding them. The pieces of flesh and hide on the ground have created small fissures and craters, and such was my power. Admist chaotic abyss, I am the epicentre.

"Zap Execution." The sky divides itself. My proximity is engulfed by a skyscraping white pillar, bridging the heavens and earth. Its width is its radiation, disintegrating any nearby organisms unfortunate enough to be loitering in its territory.

It's black... I can't move... "Kiminari... Edge." I am not dying... My heart needs to move! Su... Suz! The pain is too much to bear and I cannot respire. Diagnosing my own condition, only my muscles have regenerated, though they're still mush. All of my skin has melted off of me, leaving the sensitive underside to toil prematurely. My heart starts to pulsate, pumping blood into areas not even complete, flattering the ground with the liquid. My organs are now that of a newborn's, it'll take some time for me to recover it seems.Another visit to the devil - all in a day's work.

"Grrrr..." My eyes flip open. There are still dragons alive?

Seven of them, I smell the air. Two in my blind spot, two in front of me, three making a getaway on their claws. None of them are flying. "Urgh..." I grunt, trying to roll over onto my stomach. Each movement punishes my muscles constantly, I feel like I'm encased in a coffin of blades. "I don't care if I'm paralyzed or not, I'm not stopping for a break if you guys aren't dead. My pain means your pain, too, it's quite a good feeling."

"M-m-monster!" One of the dragons howl.

"But my girlfriend calls me Kami (Abbreviation for Kamikaze but also Japanese for God). Am I a monster now?" I tilt myself on my feet.

"No, you're not! Please, forgive me!"

"Sure. I will, but see, the problem is I want to experience more pain."

"W-what are you talking about?" He gasps fearfully and slides backward, but the dragon has already dislocated his bones in the fight and crashes back onto the floor.

"If you're not going to hurt me, I'm coming."

"Please, don't, I beg you!"

"Oh, stop clamoring, my ears are hurting, you know?" I hobble feverishly toward the cringing dragon, still in uncaring ignorance of my pain. On contact with his head, I turn myself around and commit seppuku with Zeus and Raijin; my katars, through my disembowelment, dislodges the dragon from his life. And like that I put an end to the other three disabled dragons as well.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I shout at the next three dragons in line - the ones fleeing... in Suzette's direction.

Using an upright dead dragon as a stepping stone, I ascend its carcass by digging my daggerboot into it, on each step. My legs, by this time, have almost healed fully, as opposed to my torso and upper limbs. I do the first thing that comes to mind. I jump off of the thirty-feet dragon, shooting myself into the fire breath of the desperate live dragons.

"Thanks for the fire arrows!" I have my ammunition loaded and they have all been gratefully ablazed now. "Lightfoot." I reappear in the heart of the furnace.

"Hah! You're ours now!" The dragons are determined to keep me at bay and maintain their fire blasts revolving me. Great, now you've trapped me. But that did not deter me from lifting up my arms and aiming my now full-bodied-firey arrows to the sky. I have no intention of having leftover ammunition.

"Sayorana." I whisper, in respect of their persistence. A new rain, a rain of fire, embraces all beneath it, in its melancholic cascade, imploring the cries to drown in it. Fireworks, aren't they beautiful?