• The 20 foot dragon stood amongst the high rise buildings of the metro. Its green and yellow scales shone in the midday sun. Its unmistakable stench filled the air, making people feel nauseated. It roars a mighty sound that breaks glass, rocking the buildings' interiors. People inside their four-wheeled motor automobiles struggled out of their respected vehicles to get away from the horrendous creature. However, the dragon got a hold of a handful of humans, but still it was ravenous and it wanted more. Soon, the streets of EDSA were empty. People have either evacuated into underground shelters or have been devoured by the dragon.

    Walking on all fours, it roamed the streets looking for more potential meals. A woman stood in the intersection of Taft and Buendia, dagger in hand and a double edged katana in the other, assuming a defensive force. The dragon licked the air smelling the warm blood running through the veins of the sole human in the vicinity. The dragon lunged forward the poor victim. As it did, the woman kicked her heels and launched herself a few stories into the air into a display of superhuman jump. Her graceful semi flight was accompanied with a toss of a few hand daggers towards the large creature, some of which managed to stab the dragon's torso and long neck. It shrieks in pain, but seems unshaken despite of the injuries it took. Stopping on its tracks directly in front of the now falling woman, the dragon stands on its hind legs and launches its right paw against the woman. Instead of trying to escape, she again launches herself to the air, towards the dropping paw of the dragon. The paw lands smack over her, but she manages to cling to one of the dragon's toes. She swings herself upward before it could smash her to the concrete and lands on top of the dragon's head. With the aid of a curved blade on her left hand, she anchors herself to the dragon's head. As the dragon shrieked and rocked its head backwards, exposing its neck. As it was exposed, the woman stabs the dragon's neck with her katana and proceeds with slicing the wide of its neck. Blood spews out of the dragon's neck into the concrete as it continued to shriek in a dying voice. It drops dead on the street, spilling more blood onto the ground. The woman follows, landing with such agility on the ground on its feet. She wipes her katana of dragon blood and grimaces. She hated slaying these mystical creatures, but it puts food in her table, for its only the job she knew. She sheathed her katana and walked away from the dragon corpse. A dragon slayers' job is never done in this mysterious spawn age of dangerous and evil creatures from the depths of hell.