#pandemoniun

Ur-Sekhem'Gal, who is wisest of the great drakes who ring the forge of Tempered Thunder, and sing burning praises unto Destruction-By-Rebirth, was walking through the gardens of the false sun when a mortal swordsman confronted her, saying:

"I am armoured by courage, and faith tempered my blade;

It is with utmost righteousness that I will strike thee down,

Though in this, I die."

So the mortal struck his weapon against her adamant hide, where it became stuck, and a child of her adoption (for such is the end of all swords).

Thus disarmed, the mortal struck against her adamant hide with his gauntleted fists, which became dust, and disturbed the fine lines of the garden's ash.

Even still, the mortal struck against her adamant hide with his bare hands, and howled in defiance, and was consumed by fire.

And when the newborn stepped from the flames, he turned to Ur-Sekhem'Gal, and raised the cool embers of his eyes to meet her lowest pair, and gave thanks.

Then Ur-Sekhem'Gal ate him whole, for she would prefer that be the end of all knights, and most are not so cooperative.