The sky rumbled, the earth quaked, and my very being shivered as I watched the airborne battle between the behemoths that were the three dragons.
The sky changed color each time they fired their breaths, and the clouds parted each time they moved their massive bodies.
...and it was then, that a breath larger than anything I've seen it do, the black dragon completely obliterated the golden dragon in an instant.
It was as if it was done playing, the golden dragon had a massive hole in its chest as it fell from the sky.
And the purple dragon shared a similar fate soon after, with the black dragon impaling its chest with its sharp tail.
It swung the body of the dead dragon off and went toward the ground before a black light engulfed its massive figure once again and it turned back into the black spearman I saw before...only now he did not have a helmet on.
And I saw 'His' face, or more accurately my face with black hair and abyssal black eyes.
