Dream of Confidence

I feel the wind rushing through the front of my helm. Cutting along the edge of my open blade. With my wings tucked against my back gravity steals me from the air. Bringing me closer to my target. The large black mass twists below me. Fighting a legion of spinning lights. My wings spread slightly to break the impact of my feet landing on the scaled hide. The glint of my silver gauntlets flash as my blade descends. The beast screams as blood pours between flesh and bone. Rent by the sweep of my arm over and over. Its spiked neck arches as it views me with a burning malevolence. I smirk up at its heavy lidded eye and plunge my sword deep into the already open wound.