Deja, ever the icy one, stood still as everyone scattered in fear of the dragons. With her blindfold, she did not see, but did indeed feel the dragons rise from the ground. As they began to writhe chaotically, seeking destruction, Deja walked. Her parasol over her blocking the sunshine from her delicate skin, and her pale kimono and hair were truly a strange sight to be seen as she walked amongst the chaos that the man named 'Dios' had contributed. As she walked, the ground around her cracked and fell accordingly with the dragons... and ever so slowly she drew her sword, hidden within the fragile wood and paper of the parasol.
A dragon, of heat and magma, caught the appearance of the small young woman walking amongst it all and dove for her head on. 

[b]"Amaterasu, Aid me."[/b]

Her whispered prayer made her protected blade sheen in the sunlight. As the dragon dove to ensnare her body in its gaping maw, the samurai leaped. Her feet hit the brimstone, the wood of her sandals threatening to burst into flame, until she began to run along the dragons long body. Her blade dragged, nearly touching the magma, until she came to the spot she needed. She sensed it. The Dragons heart was not composed of magma, but of rock. 

Knowing what she must do, the samurai once again leapt up, the dragon spinning and snapping its jaws to get her. She turned in the air, her blindfold fastened tightly over her eyes, and brought her blade down with her body. Impaling the heart of the dragon.

With a cry, the magma dragon fell and whimpered. She stayed that way for a moment, feeling the embers of the dragon start to die. She knelt down, and pressing her fingers to where the heartbeat was slowly fading, Deja whispered. "May the moon guide you."

With a twist of the blade, the dragon was no more.