The Long Tale No. 39 - Chasing Injury

The man sprinted forwards. He leaped over mounds and rubble and dived over streams and craters. The tounge of crimson shot through the sky as drops of scarlet dripped from the beast's great eye. Its talons were broken spears, its teeth were razors snapped in two. The dragon's thick hide was scarred and scratched by and it was stained red with blood. It was injured, in pain, but still its power remained. Its wings fired hurricanes, missing the man by inches, while his hair was singed by the encroaching flame. He dived into a hole and held out his hand...