The tremendous luminous form of flame. A wreathed shape with wings encompassed the horizon of Spike’s vision. The noise was deafening, a thunderous roar akin to the grinding of capstones of the plates of the very earth. Within the partition of the flare, two lighter patches formed, and the oval outline of the eyes windows into an endless raging void. The great shapes of wings slowly circled Spike until the malleable form blotted out the very skies until only that orange-tinged light remained. Spike stood as a purple and green flickering candle barely visible, backing away from the dragon's outline that stared out at him.