Sleeping Dragon Imagine Dragons

Cirrus heard the giant approaching from his back. He also heard a coughing splutter and the splat of something wet which smelled satisfyingly of blood. A vicious vindictive streak of pride rushed through his veins at the thought he had seriously hurt the other man in their fight. Mostly pure dumb luck, and the lack of his opponent’s brain, but it was a victory nonetheless.
 
Cirrus felt his breath squeezing softly in and out past the black lady’s pressurising paw. He could do nothing except cast soulful brown eyes on Goliath from his awkward position, and wait to hear what the beast would say.