Though my bones may be retired and wings long since faded, my claws have never lost their touch. Bind them if you wish, but there’s always a sting in the tail that will catch you. Run if it suits you; flee to the shadows or clouds. My teeth will find you. Cower under stone or steel, or stand your ground and face me, it matters not. If you are marked as my prey, I will find you. Be you my enemy, I will pursue you. Stand as my rival, and I will end you.
I am Scorpion; heavenly fire wielded faster than sound. Shall we begin?
My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And a testament to a forgotten step in history, the first nuclear dogfighter. Hopefully, the last one as well.
I hope you all enjoy.