A muscular figure was bound to two pillars, his arms spread wide in an agonising embrace held steady by chains. The man's lion embroidered silver breastplate was sprayed with blood, giving it an unholy glint. He steadied his feet. His silver boots looked as if they belonged to a knight’s suit of armour. Their sheer weight balanced Samson's body weight. He raised his head and clicked some of the bones in his neck. His clenched his fists and gripped the chains that bound him between the epic pillars that held up this unholy temple.
A bone shaking roar pulsed through the temple shaking it to its foundations. Bits of the temple rumbled and cracks appeared in the roof. Dust fell from several crevices. Samson took notice. Another roar sent a chill up Samson’s spine like an electric current and this time the ground vibrated fiercely. Yet another roar filled the temple and this time Samson noticed the pong in the gust of wind that accompanied the roar. The roar carried a heat haze with it. The dragon had arrived.
Samson's leather kilt and green cape was not enough to shade him from the dragon's fury. He'd have to get his shield. His shield carried the embodiment of supreme protection. Any who carried the shield and believed to be protected from all things would be shielded from anything. But if their faith shattered, the shield’s invulnerability followed. The simple problem was this-Samson’s shield was in the centre of the temple. The entrance of Dagon’s temple was the only source of light and that exit was quickly being blocked by the dragon that was entering. The light was cut away and a shadow formed the shape of a dragon before shifting into the shape of a man.