The yellow head growled to the other dragon heads. They all charged with thundering speed and with shocking sharp teeth ready to bite.
Vaeludar spun and whipped his spikey tail at the horns of the yellow head that were torn off and blood blurted out. Vaeludar jumped on the grunting yellow dragon head and widen out his wings. Vaeludar ran on the dragon’s neck, digging his tail deep into the yellow scales.
Now, the five heads were moving to and fro in different curves and angles.
For Vaeludar, he was flawlessly running up and down each neck of the five heads. He kept scarring while digging his tail and the Crystal Sword into the scales, which wasn’t causing much damage to the heads if Vaeludar’s tactics were a fleabite.
It wasn’t until the wings of the Five-Headed Dragon flapped windy waves of dust into Vaeludar’s eyes. The winds were five times strong as a tornado’s wind power.
Vaeludar’s wings couldn’t tolerate the awesome wind power of the Five-Headed Dragon and there wasn’t anything he could do to resist strongest winds he ever faced.
From down below, a ray of ice plastered the Five-Headed Dragon’s wings into ice sculptures.
Charity sprung what was left of her life source from the ground and cast out ice blasts at the Dragon’s butterfly-wings.
“Vaeludar, catch this,” she yelled, throwing her axe-bladed scythe at him before falling unconscious.
Vaeludar grabbed the flying scythe, but had his tail grabbed by the head of the green head and was forcefully pulled down with the falling Dragon. They all collapsed on the hard ground.
Vaeludar still managed to land on his legs. He swung the sword at the green dragon head and growled back, freeing his tail from the toothy grip of the green dragon head and dashed away from the giant beast.
Then the red dragon head from the laying body inhaled a lot of air and puffed out purple fire in different areas surrounding Vaeludar. Vaeludar was surrounded by the violet flames.
He knew the purple fire he was feeling felt it burning his human skin. He could pick up the scent of deadly viruses and toxic poisons paving within the flames spreading around him. Instead of feeling getting burned, the hybrid felt he was going to be infected with many deadly toxics he wasn’t going to survive in.
With his own armor-like skin and power, Vaeludar wouldn’t be safe from this deadly fire burning with active poisons. It was spreading like a forest fire and Vaeludar widened his wings to escape.
However, Vaeludar’s wings had become numbed from a freeze air blown from the white dragon head, freezing the muscles of Vaeludar’s wings. He was without his wings to take flight and he was surrounded by a purple fire that held multiple diseases. He ran towards a rocky mountain wall close by.
With the fire closing in, Vaeludar used the claws of his wings and his legs to climb the wall. He used the scythe in his left hand to make his climb move faster.
Vaeludar had used the Crystal Sword to swing left and right to counterstrike any snapping attack the Five-Headed Dragon that ended up snapping on the rock, nearly by an inch. Vaeludar swung endlessly as he climbed higher and higher.
Finally, he reached the mountain’s summit. Vaeludar starting swinging both weapons at all five dragon heads while a climbing Five-Headed Dragon standing right above him.
All five heads were snapping their jaws and charging their heads forward at the hybrid every quick second.
In a quick moment, Vaeludar held his balance behind him; he was surrounded by a cliff behind him with purple fire raging below and a dragon with five heads ahead of him. He was breathing steadily as he was surrounded by dangerous methods of a painful death: falling down and burning or being a meal for the Shadow King in his dragon body.
Then in an instant, the yellow head blew blue electricity at Vaeludar’s right arm and where he attached the gauntlet armor, paralyzing the power within his arm.
Vaeludar felt his muscles tangling but he still had control over his arm’s movement but he felt no connection to any magic power. Vaeludar was a sitting duck like a pride of lions that taken down its prey.
“See now? You don’t stand a chance against me,” said Lusìvar, with the five dragon heads talking.
“You are wrong. I don’t just have crystal power; I have White Knight power.”
Vaeludar flew the axe-scythe like an axe at the dead center of the Dragon’s chest. It disappeared deep into the Dragon’s body, which made the beast growl in agony. The weapon left a glowing white mark where it struck the Five-Headed Dragon. Sparks ran out like a comet rain out of the Dragon’s body.
“No,” yelled Lusìvar.
It seemed the scythe had weakened the Dragon’s strength.
“If I go down, I’m taking you with me!” The Five-Headed Dragon struck with all five heads and its huge body over Vaeludar, in high hopes it would crush Vaeludar with itself.
“Not today, Lusìvar!” shouted Vaeludar, jumping by very less as half an inch from all five attacks of the heads.
But the Dragon’s body pounded on Vaeludar, but the cloud within the blue blade called out to the sun’s light and a power was beamed from the sun’s raying light.
A great power flushed within Vaeludar’s numbed right arm and stabbed straight right through the falling Dragon’s body and flew right out the tail of the Dragon that fell from the cliffs of the mountainside.
Dark smoke rose! Parts of the mountain crumbled! Rocks fell!
Darkness blinded Vaeludar’s eyes but brighten his view after he burst out of the Dragon’s tail. Around him, smoke rose from the ground and the sun above him shined the clouds that were fading away.
He peeked over the cliffs and saw piles of ashes scattered over the mountainside and a