Lady Aqua, the Dragon, and the Boomerang Blades

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"Dragon!" Lady Aqua cries,

gripping tight her boomerang blades

that glow with oceanic energy.


The ends of her hair curl

in the heat of her burning island.


"Dragon!" Her voice is husky with rage.

"Dragon! Dragon!"


An enormous winged silhouette circles above.


Horses stampede through the inferno,

their riders killed.

The world is a red eye and Lady Aqua

is its pupil.


"Draaaagon!"

She swings her 

whistling blades

at the wind.


The flying shape descends,

huffing black puffs of smog,

and she marches to face the creature,

scorched grasses crunching

under her boots.

Nearing, the winged giant thrashes to a halt

midair and exhales a wisp of fire

that sizzles out before it reaches Lady Aqua.


A warning.


She extends her glowing blades

and shrieks, "Draaaaaaaaaaaagon!"


The creature settles

in the ashes it created,

looms over her,

snaps its gigantic sickle teeth,

and gurgles flammable bile.

She dashes at her colossal foe.

It breathes forth its blaze

in a horizontal column.


But Lady Aqua cuts that pillar of fire in two

with the oceanic weapons she wields.

And through the parting flames

she charges on,

throws her boomerang blades to spin

like helicopter seeds,

singing whooshing songs against the air.


The weapons slash into the dragon's throat,

and the ferocious reptile

drags down half a palm forest while toppling.


Lady Aqua climbs onto the scaly mound

that is the dragon she killed.

She wrenches her blades from its neck,

then raises them to a sky

full of more enormous winged silhouettes.


A warm snow of ashes flurries.


The gust brings a scent like coal.


Embers scintillate among rocks.


She flicks the dragon blood

off her boomerang blades

and snickers as,

in the water surrounding the island,

fish load finned canons.

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