Revenge for unpayed debts
The battlefield lays before her, and she smiles as she watch the chaos out there, the screams are like music in her ears and the blood and dirt and corpses and broken armour are like the greatest art she could ever imagine. Some part of her mind whispers clearly: This is what we're made for.
One last look at the battlefield, before she throws herself over the edge of the mountain cliff and falls. She feels the air press against her, sees the ground coming nearer, but the only thing she does is smile, and wait. Wait until the perfect moment. No one has spotted her yet, and her arrival shall be glorious. Glorious like the screams of hundreds of humans as they see their death flying nearer, drowning the pathetic commands of their superiors who think they even have a chance. She almost giggles, but swallows her feelings for just a moment. The time is right, and with a few hundred meters left before she hit the ground, a few more seconds, she fells out her wings and opens her mouth in a terrible roar. All the anger she feels, all the pain and blood that has flown, all the longing for revenge, she puts it all into her voice, into that scream. And while the lust for blood arises inside of her, she almost smiles as she sees the humans run, scream and stand paralyzed by her terrible beauty, the nightmare that has come alive. She knows that she is their most feared nightmare, that her name is the one they don't dare to speak, and she feels the horror they must devour to even know she exists.
As she turns to face these pathetic little creatures, she opens her jaws once again, and those humans in the front, closest to her, feel the heat of the fire from her inside. As they're still burning, screaming in pain and fear, she lands just in front of that chaos, and transforms into her other self.
That giant, black dragoness' body somehow convert into a human form, but no creature would foolishly mistake her for a human. Her night-black outfit fit tight around her body, so no pieces of it would ever be in her way when she feels the lust for blood, and her black hair is only a few inches long, not covering all of her face or eyes, which makes her look even more fearsome beautiful and mystic. Always in her very own way, that nothing else living could ever comprehend. As her black eyes search the battlefield for still living humans to fight, her grey lips form around those pointed teeth, and finally she lets her real feelings out.
Her laughter makes every human nervous, afraid, if not even terrified, and that knowledge makes her amusement grow even stronger. That smile of hers still haunts her face when she stops laughing; showing her evil intents as clear as if she'd shouted them out in the air. But her night-black eyes are as dead as the corpses around her.
Her claws grab the swords that hang from her belt, and that have been a part of her for as long as she can know, and she realises them into the free air. Time to feed...
Her swords swing trough the air too fast for any human to evade them, and they cut like the flesh and bones of these creatures where no more resistance then the air itself. And even when the blood fills the air around her, nothing can wipe away that terrible smile, which have locked itself in her face and now looks like the grinning on a corpse. The last sigh of any kind of emotion, dreadfully stuck on dead flesh. And her eyes make her look even more alike the dead faces around her.
They try to fight back, but her skill is too far away from theirs even when she's just playing. And now it's all for real, this isn't just a game anymore. This is revenge.
For every limb she cuts of, every life that is taken, something grows inside of her, something that feeds her lust for blood and makes it take over all of her mind. She's not sane anymore, and every time another head fly away from its body, she laughs. And her laughter gets even more and more insane, like the look in her face, until the insanity is all that is left of her.
Only death, blood and pain fills her mind, as every human that falls to the ground pleases her lust for revenge but also makes it stronger. None of those humans fighting on this field today are innocent, all of them deserve to die, but she's only her for one reason.
Him.
That man standing on top of that hill, with his hands on his sword and that ignorant pose, like he's enjoying the view as much as she did. She knows him, she knows that smiles, that body, that face! And she hates it! She wants to rip it apart and feed it to the crows, no not even them deserve to feast on him! He's worse then vermin, and the sole reason of why she's here tonight.
With more power and determination then before she cuts her way through the sea of human bodies, not longer caring for the screams her presence creates, the terror of the fleeing humans around her, the satisfying feeling of separating limb from body. Now she's only here for revenge, and revenge only. The pleasure can wait.
Halfway up the hill she stops, standing still and looking up at him. No human warrior dares to come close to her, but they're pressed closer by the others around, as they still have a fight to win here. She doesn't care about them at all, but if they come too close one of her swords cut their head of, faster then they can react, without her taking her eyes of the man on the hill. He's still standing there, untouched by the war, blood, deaths of thousands. But he knows she's there, he knows, and his eyes look down at her now, none of them smiling. Time for revenge, her mind tells her. And she start to run up that hill.
The humans around her are no match, and those who stand in her way are turned to pieces by her swords, so she don't have to worry about jumping over their corpses. He stands still, only moving to ready his sword, and takes his eyes of her for a moment. The fury inside her grows until she can't see anything else then him, his ignorant body, that flawless armour, the power unleashing him from his human bonds and making his closest human friends to look at him in fear, unknowing of his true nature. She knows. And that's why she's here tonight.
Humans run. All of them, away, they're leaving the field and the battle behind and run for their lives, panic is loose and those who aren't fast enough, who slip on a broken sword of fallen body, are pushed to the ground and killed by the weight of thousands of humans who all tries to get away, tries to survive. But she doesn't care, and neither does he. The only thing they know now, is the eyes of their fiend, master versus slave, dragon versus... monster. She does the first move.
While running at him she transforms, her power making the air around her shiver as if she where on fire, and she tries to attack him before he could react. But with the same arrogant, egoistic attitude he hits her over her face with the broadside of his sword, before she even had time to raise her swords, and she falls hard to the ground beside him. He stands still, looking down at her, where she's laying in the dirt that thousands of human feats has made into mud, and she thinks she can see a hint of a smile on his lips. She frowns at him.
A hand reaches out, but she doesn't take it; she doesn't want his help, she's not here to give up. She'll die long before she gives up to him, the only one that could make her submissive. The smile on his face widens as she stands up by herself next to him, ignoring the hand he holds out to help her, but his eyes still have the same assertive glint as before which makes her hate only grow. Frowning she stands still, staring at him, tense and with anger like lightning in her eyes. She only came here to kill him, to get her revenge, but his confidence is well-earned and she knows it. She so much knows who's going to die here tonight.