The Flamebird's end

It was these silhouettes who were responsible for the obliteration of the dragon's right wing.

"Go! Go! Go!" Three soldiers urged a group of scared civilians.

This group consisted of mostly children, five women, and a skinny man.

They ran past Martha.

"We should follow them out of this place," the elf said to Martha.

Martha was adamant. She returned her attention to the dragon.

"Get the hell out of here!" Someone yelled from the direction in which the shot that ripped the dragon's wing came.

Martha saw four people hop out of the two-story building. These people were clad in black tactical shirts and black tactical trousers. Three of the four were men, and the other was a female Orc. Each of them carried a shotgun that was the size of a bazooka. Their speed was not hindered by the mass of the gun.

From the movements of the four, it was clear they were combat trained. Their symbol on their chest suggested that they were force officers. But Martha couldn't recognise what force they belonged to from the badge.

The group of four rushed towards Martha.

"What are you waiting for?" One of the four said to Martha.

"Get your succulent butts moving, girl," the orc said to Martha.

Now that the orc was closer, Martha realised that she (the orc) was more buff than the men.

The four ran past Martha, not bothering to convince her.

The elf said to the departing four, "Hey, help me. She doesn't want to live, but I do."

The men didn't stop, but the orc came back for the elf. She placed the elf over her shoulder and dashed away.

Suddenly, a whistling sound echoed in the air.

The peacock flamebird ignored its pain and raised its head towards the west. It fired a blue fireball that trailed blue flames towards the western sky.

Martha gasped. "It spat fire."

She wasted no time and fled away from the flamebird.

BANG!

An explosion erupted in the sky after a red fireball cancelled out the blue fireball.

BOOM!

The Red dragon, travelling faster than the speed of sound, collided with and trampled on the peacock flamebird.

Three earsplitting bangs resounded as the Red dragon stomped on the flamebird's head three times. The stomps forced the flamebird's head to form a crater.

The Red dragon looked around the flamebird as it heard a humming sound gradually grow from soft to sharp.

A blue light shone behind the Red dragon. It looked behind and saw that evenly spaced patches of blue grew sequentially from the flamebird's tail going towards the spine. The Red dragon foolishly followed the patches of light move across the spine until the head of the flamebird glowed up in blue.

This was the flamebird's ultimate attack move. It became stronger than the Red dragon and tossed over the red beast. The Red dragon tried to quickly get back on its feet.

KABOOM!

An explosion destroyed almost half the city, throwing thick fumes of smoke and dust all over the city.

Underneath the fumes, the Red dragon was lying in a wide, deep pit, wretched in pain. The pit was some distance away from the flamebird. On the other hand, the peacock flamebird was gasping desperately for air. The attack had consumed a huge chunk of its mana and strength.

The pain forced the Red dragon to shift back to its human form, Emperor Gerald.

Shapeshifting into a dragon didn't cost the emperor his clothes. His clothes would still be on him when he returned to himself.

Emperor Gerald leaped out of the pit in a single bound.

He coughed profusely as he was greeted by the thick cloud of fumes. He controlled his actions and became silent after sensing the presence of the flamebird. He gazed accurately in the direction of the opponent, despite the fact that he couldn't see it.

The emperor had good perception and didn't need to use his sight on some occasions.

"Oh sh*t!" the Emperor cursed, sensing fear.

He quickly turned his back to the flamebird, and at the same moment, a pair of 8-foot-wide dragon wings protruded from his back and wrapped him. This reaction was precise enough to deflect the barrage of tail feathers from the flamebird coming at him.

When the barrage of feather attacks stopped, the emperor's wing spread open and flapped powerfully, clearing up smoke around them.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The emperor manoeuvred past fireballs directed at him as he approached the flamebird.

When the distance between Emperor Gerald and the Flamebird shortened, the emperor said,

"Saber!"

His right hand was behind his back in a gripping position. A red sabre formed from hilt to blade. The hilt was within the emperor's grip as it materialised.

The Emperor yelled, "Ignis!"

As he yelled, he thrust the tip of the sabre's blade to point at the flamebird. Simultaneously, a fireball dashed and slammed into the Flamebird, setting off an explosion.

The explosion flung the flamebird into the boundary wall. The momentum of the helpless, hulking mass helped clear up fumes. Fortunately, the boundary wall held steady despite the force of the crashing beast.

Emperor Gerald ran like a speeding bullet, closing the distance between him and the dragon. He used the momentum to chop off the head of the dragon.