In an isolated part of the Antartic, Drax and Nergal continued to battle. The dragon against the Wendigo. Nergal roared in anger and latched his long sharp claws into Drax's throat. Both of the creatures' pale coats were stained in dark red blood. Drax, said Drake, this is not looking good.
Drax grabbed Nergal's shoulder with his front claws and managed to kick at Nergal's torso with his rear feet. "Don't I know it." A wave of dizziness hit the dragon. The blood loss must have been more than he imagined. "I have no idea how long I can keep this up."
Nergal dug his long teeth deep into Drax's arm. However, he caught more fur than flesh. Drax pulled away from the monster before he could recieve any more blows. Hissing and spitting, the dragon contined to back up as the Wendigo pushed forward, swinging his arms in an ape-like manner.
In the skies up above, Brianna's wings were wearing out. Without any thermals produced by warm air, the Banshee was forced to power her own flight. Something that Brianna couldn't do for an extended period of time. But her sharp eyes spotted Drax. He was slowly starting to lose the battle. Nergal had cornered him against some massive upright sheets of ice. Drax was biting and snapping whenever he had a clear shot. Nergal's blows, although not as powerful as in the beginning of the match, were enough to bring the dragon down on the ground.
Nergal leaned closer towards the fallen dragon. "Had enough, pale lizzard?"
Drax's left eye opened again, and he snapped his jaws once more -- covering Nergal's nose, making it impossible for the Wendigo to breathe.
The two animals were locked into this position for several minutes, rocking back and forth as Nergal tried to tug himself free from Drax's jaws. Brianna slowly began to descend as the Wendigo's body stopped movie. Drax spotted her right before she hit the snow. He dragged Nergal's corpse and pinned it againt the sheets of ice. "Hey Banshee," said the dragon. "Bury him in the ice for me."
Brianna obeyed, sending a wave of sound against the frozen water. The ice cracked, and Nergal's body was crushed under the tons of ice and snow.
Drax took a moment to clean some of the dried blood off his fur. "What's the point?" asked Brianna. Drax noticed the cut on her own forehead. "The battle's not over, and we're going to get a little more bloody. Besides, I think it makes you look very frightening."
"Really?" asked Drax. He grinned. "I'm blushing." He walked towards Banshee and lowered himself to her level. "Care for a lift? They probably need a few extra hands over there."
Brianna grinned and jumped onto the dragon's back. "Right. Let's go!"
