The Hero raises his hand and calls on the aura of the dragon

He feels his body transforming

molding its self this way and that

He has wings that shine like the afternoon sun,

Eyes that burn like sun runner's fire,

Talons sharper than a dagger,

A tail as powerful as the goddess of destruction,

Blood red scales.

He turns his gaze toward his enemy

The foe shrinks back in fear

He can't run

The hero calls out a word in dragon,

Lightning shoots from the sky

A blaze with violet and golden yellows.

It strikes the evil one.

He falls to the ground, Dead

The conqueror raises his claw in conquest

A smile transfiguring his face

He transforms back into human form.