I had gotten word that the dragon was coming to harm my city. There was a concrete wall lined with glass doors and shops, separating the beach and the marketplace.
On the beach, spectators (my parents included) with colorful towels had come to watch the action.
I laid down in the sand, forcing my body to twitch and contort. I transformed into a jet black T-Rex. The sleek black dragon emerged from the ocean. All I remember from our fight is that the dragon didn’t breathe fire and the spectators cheered whenever I landed a solid blow.
I won and the dragon retreated into sea.