The Name of Dollar

Dragon Eight tried to force himself to get up, but the figure on the coin was displaying a mighty number eight. His hands trembled in exertion as he attempted to rise, but nothing came of it. He couldn't get up.

Dragon Eight's dragon fire was burning like a bonfire, but try as he might to rise, he just couldn't get back on his feet.

Ding!

The number on the coin was now an almighty nine. Dragon Eight couldn't hold the force back anymore. His hands were pressed into stones that buckled under the weight and crumbled, leaving him to slowly sink into the earth.

Dragon Eight roared and cut off half of his own head again.

His body was free for a sparse few moments, but the coin appeared back on his forehead in precisely the same spot in less than a second.

Pang!

There was a loud noise, and Dragon Eight's body slammed back into the ground.