"It couldn't understand. it just couldn't understand. It wasn't going to stand for it. Over the course of its 400 years, it had slaughtered countless humans that have tried to slay it: weapons remained stuck on it's back of all sizes, shapes and time periods, it's face covered in battle scars and wounds, and it had always flew off victorious.

Yet this one metahuman had managed to stay alive for longer than it expected. This weak, skinny, Rickety worm, a metahuman that couldn't cast spells proterly, a demon that couldn't wield it's sword, it was impossible. Or was he holding himself against it's might? It was still insulting it, even as it charged furiously against him in attempt after attempt to slaughter the humanoid fighter. But it couldn't stand it anymore. It had it's magnificence offended, it's pride stomped and shattered into a thousand pieces, scattered into the foaming waves of the rushing ocean bellow, where hundreds of other dragons circled the surroundings, waiting for the outcome of the fight in hopeful eyes, expecting their destruction, but desiring their salvation.
Nagato gripped onto the rocky side of the mountains with his strongest arm, looking down at the strange mist of light green tone, turning into an almost transparent tone as it dissipated in the air; right then the furious dragon's throat began to light up in orange, as it's flame breath rapidly aproached to incinerate the gas into a destructive explosion. He had to think quickly, one fire breath, and it'd all be over"


Again, NO idea what i'm doing other than drawing this stuff and deciding which angle better suited it's view. I had 4 different angles to decide when scanning this... in the end went with this cuz i dunno. Hope you guys like this picture too!