The Killing of The Weak

Infirmus, high above the air, his wings flapping. Suddenly, something hits the Dragon's body causing him to crash to the ground. Infirmus is in a daze, the background blurred with the foreground but all he can see is a black figure. Too in pain to move, he starts to charge his breath. The lightning shoots from his mouth, the bolt reaches to the figure. When it connects, it erects, arching. A boom is created. The figure does not move, only falters for a second. He starts approaching. His foot is then planted in Infirmus's face. "The favorite to the king but no one else. Isn't that true?" the figure says. Infirmus's vision comes back as soon as he realizes who it is. The Drakon. "What do you want?" Infirmus asks, shaky. "To send a message" The Drakon says while he starts charging his breath. Infirmus struggles under his foot as The Drakon spews his acid into the son of the king. The acid starts to melt through the Dragon as he roars. The roaring stops moments later. The Drakon gets off Infirmus, examines his kill and starts to fly away. Only a bit in the air till he realizes Infirmus is up and is charging his breath. It shoots, crackling towards The Drakon. He barrel rolls the bolt, turning in a 180. A boom occurs. At full speed The Drakon flies straight into the chest, horns impaling the body of Infirmus. The son of the royal family dies. The blood spills onto his head and face. He then laughs. Afterwards making takeoff towards where The Annual Royal Celebration is being held, with Infirmus still on his head. When there, all stare in awe and in fear as they see the mighty Drakon carrying Infirmus's lifeless body. The King and the royal family stay put, watching from afar. From the sky The Drakon shoots his acid breath, it falls to the ground. Dragons below start burning and eventually dying. The Drakon looks King Magnus right in his eyes and bows, the body of Infirmus sliding off his horns and going into the acid pool. Nothing was left of the body. The Drakon then flies away.