After having his eye kebabbed, Jaldabaoth let out a roar so dreadful that it was almost a mirror of Abaddon's.
The dragon jumped up high above the head of his enemy with a frenzied smile on his face.
His arm outstretched, he shifted it into one the same size as when he was a dragon.
Complete with scales, claws, and a dangerous amount of musculature.
With great joy, he swung his fist downward and by it sailed right into the snout of the roaring Jaldabaoth.
There was a horribly loud cracking sound followed by a deluge of rust colored blood and fanged teeth.
Abaddon smiled like a demon as he sensed all of the pain he had caused his enemy.
It filled him with such a monumental joy that was almost better than sex.
…Almost.
Jaldabaoth hit the ground like an overgrown sack of potatoes; roaring obscenities and holding his fragmented snout.
