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(Steven DrakeRider, somewhere in a lava filled crevasse created by the Cataclysm, Azeroth System)

Streaks of corrupted Mana flow through the air as the robotic duplicate of Scalecommander Sarkareth calls down bursts of magic with its crimson staff Erethos on my location. Seeing this, I immediately cast multiple wards that surround me in an effort to stop them, but despite my best efforts, some bolts get through, burning my green scales and cracking the floor. I dispel some of my barriers and soar into the air with one strong flap of my wings aiming my staff at the construct and channel my fire magic through it. The orange and red flames crackle through the air and strike true engulfing Sarkareth and melting some of the metal plates causing them to drip into the ground as streams of molten slag.

With an ear splitting roar, the golem flaps its wings twice extinguishing the inferno surrounding it. Sarkareth raises Erethos into the air, its crystal glowing with dark magic as it calls upon the Darkness to enhance its draconic magic. The creature then opens its mouth unleashing an unholy breath of dark red fire at me. I immediately counter with my fire breath, breathing a steady stream of pure flame at Sarkareth. The air sizzles and crackles with specks of flame as our breath attacks connect. Sensing a weakness in my defenses, Sarkareth presses on its assault shattering most of my remaining magic shields with the sound of broken glass. Seeing this, I stop my fire breath and weave through the air to dodge his corrupted flames only for them to graze my side scales, a pained roar coming from my mouth as I plummet to the ground landing with a massive thud sending dust into the air.

I groan in agony as I recover from my fall and steady myself with my staff. My weapon's diadem glows red, orange, and white as I utter a Draconic incantation of Light infused Fire magic in a desperate attempt to weaken the monster in preparation for my next strike. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I aim my staff at Sarkareth and let the spell loose, a white and red blast of purified flame made to burn away the Darkness' taint. The being howls in pain forcing it to the ground as the residual Light magic from my attack continues to dissipate some of the malign magic surrounding it. Sarkareth draws a corrupted sword from its scabbard on what remains of the abomination's charred leg, its blade glowing red and black, prepared to strike me down.

As soon as I draw my Sword of Kings, the corrupted robot charges at me with its weapon, its eyes glowing blood red as the Darkness consumes it. I block its downwards strike with my sword's crossguard locking our blades together. Seeing an opportunity, I drive my sword's pommel into the automaton's metallic face disorienting it and follow up with a strike aimed for its hands to disarm the creature. Sarkareth deflects the blow with its sword and I soar into the air once more to get a better attack angle. Sparks continue sputtering out as it ascends to my altitude with what remains of its strength. Enchanting my blade with Light magic, I speed towards Sarkareth and end the robot with a single well placed slash at its head which falls off its body. The metal clone's now headless corpse falls to the ground inert as the foul enchantment disappears from it.

I put the construct's head in a bag and pull out my radio reporting, "Scalecommander Emberthal, the corrupted golem is no more. I am bringing its head back to the Queen in Valdrakken."

"Excellent work Sir DrakeRider. I will let Prince Neltharion and the real Sarkareth know as well." responds the dark red Dracthyr on the radio, her voice deep and gutteral.

Description
(Steven DrakeRider, somewhere in a lava filled crevasse created by the Cataclysm, Azeroth System)

Streaks of corrupted Mana flow through the air as the robotic duplicate of Scalecommander Sarkareth calls down bursts of magic with its crimson staff Erethos on my location. Seeing this, I immediately cast multiple wards that surround me in an effort to stop them, but despite my best efforts, some bolts get through, burning my green scales and cracking the floor. I dispel some of my barriers and soar into the air with one strong flap of my wings aiming my staff at the construct and channel my fire magic through it. The orange and red flames crackle through the air and strike true engulfing Sarkareth and melting some of the metal plates causing them to drip into the ground as streams of molten slag.

With an ear splitting roar, the golem flaps its wings twice extinguishing the inferno surrounding it. Sarkareth raises Erethos into the air, its crystal glowing with dark magic as it calls upon the Darkness to enhance its draconic magic. The creature then opens its mouth unleashing an unholy breath of dark red fire at me. I immediately counter with my fire breath, breathing a steady stream of pure flame at Sarkareth. The air sizzles and crackles with specks of flame as our breath attacks connect. Sensing a weakness in my defenses, Sarkareth presses on its assault shattering most of my remaining magic shields with the sound of broken glass. Seeing this, I stop my fire breath and weave through the air to dodge his corrupted flames only for them to graze my side scales, a pained roar coming from my mouth as I plummet to the ground landing with a massive thud sending dust into the air.

I groan in agony as I recover from my fall and steady myself with my staff. My weapon's diadem glows red, orange, and white as I utter a Draconic incantation of Light infused Fire magic in a desperate attempt to weaken the monster in preparation for my next strike. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I aim my staff at Sarkareth and let the spell loose, a white and red blast of purified flame made to burn away the Darkness' taint. The being howls in pain forcing it to the ground as the residual Light magic from my attack continues to dissipate some of the malign magic surrounding it. Sarkareth draws a corrupted sword from its scabbard on what remains of the abomination's charred leg, its blade glowing red and black, prepared to strike me down.

As soon as I draw my Sword of Kings, the corrupted robot charges at me with its weapon, its eyes glowing blood red as the Darkness consumes it. I block its downwards strike with my sword's crossguard locking our blades together. Seeing an opportunity, I drive my sword's pommel into the automaton's metallic face disorienting it and follow up with a strike aimed for its hands to disarm the creature. Sarkareth deflects the blow with its sword and I soar into the air once more to get a better attack angle. Sparks continue sputtering out as it ascends to my altitude with what remains of its strength. Enchanting my blade with Light magic, I speed towards Sarkareth and end the robot with a single well placed slash at its head which falls off its body. The metal clone's now headless corpse falls to the ground inert as the foul enchantment disappears from it.

I put the construct's head in a bag and pull out my radio reporting, "Scalecommander Emberthal, the corrupted golem is no more. I am bringing its head back to the Queen in Valdrakken."

"Excellent work Sir DrakeRider. I will let Prince Neltharion and the real Sarkareth know as well." responds the dark red Dracthyr on the radio, her voice deep and gutteral.