Zion pushed himself onto his feet, eyes locked on the wyrm. He raised his hand, unleashing a searing beam of light that tore through its neck. In a flash, he leaped into the air, a plasma sword igniting in his grip. He drove the blade into the wound and let gravity pull him down, carving a molten trail through scales and flesh as he descended.
The creature roared and screeched at the top of its lungs, its defining bellows ringing the ears of everyone around. Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down its neck like lava, but it wasn't fast enough to reach Zion.
Zion leapt off, soaring toward the wyrm's tail. With one swift, precise strike, he severed it cleanly. Without wasting a moment, he looped around and dove beneath its massive belly, slashing through its three remaining legs in a blur of motion, barely slipping free before the collapsing beast came crashing down.
