The last sketch was just a practice experiment before make this!
A gift for  RossCiaco, I really love his arts!
Well, as always IDK what can I say in a description but I hope Ross enjoys it

My sweet  Kodiak079 also made this scene for the drawing

He was ready and nothing could stop him.
In this deserted arena filled with dead bodies, he waited motionless.
The silence on the skin, the mixed blood in the fertile land, hot and muggy air.
The sensations and adrenaline to the maximum.
No one dared oppose him, no one dared oppose him, no one even thought to provoke him.
The general silence was broken by the jolt of the present and of their desire to see yet another show, another massacre, another fierce battle.
Fileossur looked around.
His eyes were tired but at the same ice time, it aroused fear to anyone looking at him.
A cry went up in the air.
"There are still fun?".
Fileossur shouted staring straight at me all present.
They wanted to see him in action, fierce wanted to see him, they wanted to still have the last word.
The red dragon threw down his sword as his clothes torn and his shield, the blood was still dripping from scratches he had on the body but her skin was stubbornly tough and robust as his intentions.
There was more silence.
Fileossur grabbed a handful of soil.
"That's it?" He shouted, throwing the earth against the grandstand.
Everyone smiled and made a gesture.
A creak shook everyone.
A door was slowly opening up, in the dark behind it, two red eyes were staring as the blood red dragon and a bloodcurdling growl shook everyone.
All but Fileossur.
He grinned and grabbed the sword staring into the eyes of his opponent.
"That's it?" He repeated inwardly.
And now Fileossur was again ready to fight.

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