Yoozepode calmed down, thinking the deed was complete. He returned to his normal self, but instead of having paws for feet, he now had claws as well. He grew horns, one fiery wing, and had a flaming sword thrust in his belt.
Lord Doxis let all of the power and anger towards Yoozepode he had take him over. The tyrant morphed into a great black dragon and roared.
Yoozepode heard the roar and saw that his foe was not dead. A ball of fire came hurtling in his direction. Yoozepode lifted his blade and the ball burst into tiny specks of embers, shattered. He then ran down the hill towards Doxis, sword drawn and ready to slash.
Doxis flew into the air and turned around, facing his opponent. He then hurtled in a downwards arc and headed directly at Yoozepode.
The two collided, Yoozepode's blade sinking itself unseen into the dragon's throat, as Yoozepode disappeared into the deep depths of the dragon's mouth.
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