Dragon battle

Sierra could feel the wind rushing past her ears, flinging her ponytail wildly in the air behind her. Her dragon was beating its wings hard, shooting through the sky towards the mass of clouds in the distance. They had been training for months for the upcoming battle, and it was time to put that training to the test. One of the ancient dragons was awakening, and it would not be satisfied with the state of affairs. To see humans and dragons working together...

As they drew close to the forming storm clouds, Sierra pulled the bow off of her back and knocked an arrow, waiting. The clouds were being formed by the awakening of the ancient dragon, who controlled the storms. He was one of eight ancients, and unfortunately for Sierra, the most powerful. Two others had already awoken, and many of the dragon riders had fallen in battle against them. That was when Sierra had begun her training. She was not strong, but her dragon was graceful and fast, and she was good at staying on its back.

The moment they entered the border of the clouds, the ancient's form came into view. It was massive, far larger than the ones that preceded it, which were already well over three times the size of the modern dragons. Sierra couldn't take her eyes off of it, her bow prepared and aimed directly at the enormous beast. Its scales were like jagged rocks placed along its skin, jutting outwards and creating a broken surface that would tear dragon and rider to shreds if they were to crash into them. Its eyes were flaming red as it turned to glare at them. The fact that they came at it together confirmed what it feared and sensed in the world. Its roar was ear shattering, and would have deafened Sierra had she not been expecting it. Fortunately she already had prepared, and stuffed her ears with thick fur. This part had been expected.

Her first arrow let fly and pierced the membrane of the ancient's left wing as her dragon dived around it, slipping between massive claws that swung down at them. It was powerful, but Sierra's dragon was faster. That was the one thing they had going for them. She knocked another arrow and fired again, hitting the left wing once more. They were small piercings, barely even registering to the dragon. She prayed that she would have enough arrows to make the plan work.

Around and around the flew, barely evading the ancient's attacks, firing arrows again and again through the membrane of its wing. She had brought nearly a hundred arrows with them, and fired every single one of them in a circular pattern through the wing. They needed to remove the ancient's ability to fly if they wanted to beat it. And thus, they needed the removal of its wings.

Making the shots had been the easy part though. They swung around the ancient's body, looking for an opportunity. And when it finally came around, they dove straight for the outlined hole, to punch it out.