Inspiration
A friend was very angry at a motorcycle that kept loudly zooming around their neighborhood. I then realized that Azure might indeed have something to say about that…
Prism Lizard — Today at 1:52 PM Oh heck that This is where Azure would come out there and grab the thing himself. Just place his hand on the street, let the jackass drive into his palm, and then clench that into a fist. He would not give a damn if the rider jumped off in time or not.
No Accident
Azure heard the motorcycle zooming around the street. Again. That damn chav had been racing up and down the same country road near his friend’s house for too long. This wasn’t even the first otherwise peaceful afternoon the biker had ruined for him and his friend. It would, however, be the last. The dragon excused himself and went to take matters into his own hands.
Azure grew to several hundred feet tall and laid in wait near the road; his body sprawled across a nearby field. The dragon heard the damnable vehicle revving towards him well before he saw it. The human riding the machine wasn’t paying any attention to roadside hazards; Azure’s dark scales were easily hidden in the shadows of the thin row of trees separating the highway from the adjacent field. The greasy bike zoomed forward and, when it was near, the giant placed his right hand palm-up on the road to grab it. To the rider, Azure’s hand seemed to emerge from the darkness as if appearing from another dimension. To almost anyone else, it would have been too obvious to miss; to this fool, it was a shock that he couldn’t react to in time.
The motorcycle bounced off one of the dragon’s claws and sped up his pointer finger. It soon fell over on the unstable surface of Azure’s skin and tumbled twice before landing on its side in the center of the dragon’s palm. He curled his fingers just slightly to cup the vehicle in place, ensuring that it would go no further. Its engine sputtered due to the awkward angle, but even while idling, it was an excessively loud machine and the dragon’s flesh did little to muffle it.
Azure’s fingers continued to curl into a fist. He didn’t bother checking to see if the rider had ditched or not before the motorcycle crashed into his hand. He didn’t give a damn if that obnoxious human survived or not. The important thing was that the bike would no longer be making noise. “Shut. Up.” Azure declared. Each word boomed like thunder and caused trees to rustle. They were the only two words the dragon would direct at this target of his ire.
The bike began to crumple as if it were made of tin foil. Though it was meant to handle serious crashes, Azure’s fingers had all the relentless force of a trash compactor. Fitting, considering that the motorcycle and its rider were trash in his eyes, and trash is meant to be disposed of. As the dragon’s grasp tightened, the sound of crunching metal replaced the noise of the engine. There was a brief flash of flame as the fuel tank ruptured and splashed onto still-hot components, but it was quickly extinguished as Azure’s fingers clenched and squeezed the remains into nothing but a useless hunk of grimy metal.
With the motorcycle dealt with, a new sound reigned: Silence. Or, rather, the normal sounds of a rural roadway, with the bird calls from nearby trees and the occasional sound of a passing vehicle. The dragon held onto the destroyed motorcycle as he stood up and walked off, tossing the crumpled machine into a nearby landfill before returning to his friend’s home to enjoy a more peaceful afternoon.