Across the darkened skies above the basin, blue fire and black lightning endlessly flashed.
In fact, the whole sky was illuminated so lustrously that it was even brighter than it was earlier in the day, despite the clouds covering the sky and the sun having already set.
The magical, multi-tailed fox spirit danced around in the air, elegantly evading the incoming black lightning attacks from the dragon and retaliating with its own array of conjured flames, which itself were being dodged thanks to the opponent's sheer speed.
Occasionally, the dragon would seem to have enough of its enemy's prancing around and fly in to attack it directly, the sharp claws and teeth of lightning not at all just for show, but the fox was incredibly slippery, and wouldn't let the dragon catch it if it was the last thing it'd do.
