The only reply is the dragon’s immense screech piercing the sky. It’s so loud that my hands abandon the safety of the bone and shield my ears. Then comes the blinding light. It’s bright blue, like ice on a frozen lake. A ball of pure power begins to form in the skull’s gaping jaw, growing bigger and increasingly daunting until all the sound in the world vanishes in an instant. A thin line of blue splits the sky and then the mass of power blasts from the dragon’s mouth, wicked and horrible, scorching the trees. The pine needles shrivel and vanish like they’ve been hit with a bomb.
I felt this. I love how this was described.
