Molt victorious

Molt palpitated like a drowning fish as the cresting sword plunged into its jaw – splitting it in half; water seeped out from the sky’s mouth as the clouds started to spit out bolts of lightning like yellow streaks embedded into a grey background. And Molt soared into the sky clawing for its zenith and dashed down towards the surface like a meteorite: his flames rolling like teardrops up his bumpy, creased skin which was sewn into his black horns that emerged from the gasping black holes that were gushed into the nexus of his body parts, his deep-orange, twisting flames leaking out of the gaps that formed in his uneven teeth and the wisps of translucent smoke that drifted like fading spirits making there way to heaven out of his throbbing nose.

Grasping out for bolt, Molt’s flames followed a misleading trail of concrete and gradually spiralled up all the pillars that surrounded the arena like a coiling snake with Bolt and Molt in the middle of the fiery entanglement that now weaved through the arena. Molt lashed out its spear like tail whipping it at Bolt, but bolt swiftly side stepped from the force and it crashed against the concrete surface – evermore sinking into the irregular circle that gaped in the centre of the arena. Molt was vulnerable now and Bolt grabbed the opportunity and propelled his sword into Molt’s white-plated chest piercing through the impenetrable void between his skin and flesh engulfing him in pain.

Molt gave a silent shriek which quickly burst into a succession of screams and abruptly fluctuated to a vengeful mood and gave Bolt a sudden snarl (that signalled that he was going to tear him apart). Molt glided in the air with light lurching behind him and thrusted his arm outwards like a dagger that had just been thrown and on first impact sent Bolt flying into a pillar his elbow slamming into it in the process. But Molt wasn’t over, Molt halted his glide and spun into the air as the neon, blue globules on fire lit up around him in a triangular formation and darted across the blurry scene penetrating through Bolt’s scarlet skin as a lighter crimson red flushed over it unknotting all the twists and dents across his skin, so smooth that it could be mistaken for a red puddle.

Speechless Bolt collapsed onto the surface as the red slowly aligned perfectly with his twitching silhouette.