As the energy faded from out into the air, two figures in the area can be seen. Evans staggers to his feet, covered in wounds from the storms shredding winds that were embedded within the air. His enemy wasn't doing any better however, as it had fallen to the ground, the webbings between the wings damaged beyond repair, causing Kushala Daora to be grounded.
The living storm hisses, enraged at being confined to the dirt beneath its claws. And Evans gave the most mature response he could think of: blowing a raspberry at the metal menace. Although the action wasn't fully understood to Kushala Daora, the message was still very clear.
"Yeah go ahead, cry some more. what are you gonna do? fly home to mama? Oh wait." Evans mental gloating (damn shame not to have actual vocal cords) came to an abrupt end however as it seemed Kushala Daora had more tricks under those silver scales. Another roar escapes the elder dragon, however this one seemed to have another purpose then for venting anger.
The wind heeds the draconic call as a gale forms around Kushala Daora. The wind covered wyvern tenses as it takes on a lower stance. Evan readies himself for the elder dragon, expecting it to charge at him.
Swish!
An unperceived pain flares up again as Evans is attacked. He turns to see that the elder dragon had already gotten past him, the right claw marred with his blood. Kushala Daora soon vanishes from his vison again as another wound appears on his side. Evans lashes out with his tail, only for it to hit air, as Kushala Daora had repositioned out of range. The living storm creates a chuffing sound that sounds more of metal screeching together. Surprised could be an understatement to how Evans felt. The elder dragon was laughing! At him no less!
The uphill back and forth continued, with Evans trying and failing to hit Kushala Daora, all the while avoiding being turned into mince meat at its claws. The frustration of getting hit and not being able to fight back was beginning to grate on Evans as the armored creature circled around him at its leisure. Worse still, all of the missed shots were emptying out his admittedly ridiculous element pouch. Yet on one of Kushala's passes, Evans noticed something.
As the elder dragon reappeared somewhere else, there would be less wind surrounding it for a bit. In that time, Kushala Daora would stand there as a small stream of air, previously unnoticed due to the wind's intensity, would circle around the dragon. Its speed would then increase, leading to the barrage of attacks. "Of course its drawing power from the storm idiot! why else would it be called one?"
Mentally berating himself for the blatantly obvious clue, Evans puts his new plan in motion. A fireball shoots out of Evans' maw. Yet, instead of targeting Kushala Daora, the flaming projectile hurtled through the sky. The elder dragon chuffs some more as it rushes towards the seemingly mindless lizard.
chink!
Yet instead of the expected tearing of soft flesh, Kushala Daora found that its claws had rebounded off of Evans' tail scales, which are now coiled around him. His head soon pops out from above and shoots out three more fireballs. The storm overhead grew worse as this cycle of fire spewing and blocking continued.
Multiple chipped scales fell of of Evans' tail as Kushala grew faster along with its aggression, and if nothing changed soon, his tail would be on the chopping block. Kushala Daora pauses in an area not far from Evans. The two lock eyes once more as the gale circles around Kushala Daora. The tempest terror prepares its lunge once more before vanishing from Evans sight.
WHAM!
The sound of something heavy crashing echoes in Evans' Earholes. He turns to see Kushala Daora. Unlike the other hundreds of times however, Evans suffered no new cuts while The elder dragon had crashed head first into one of the gigantic logs laying about. Kushala Daora pries itself free from its wooden ensnarement as it crumbles to pieces.
The dragon rushes forward again only for the same result to happen, this time with a boulder. Evans' toothy grin is on full display as the elder dragon crashes into a few more objects strewn about, as if it had lost control. And that couldn't be any closer to the truth.
Because of Evans' fireballs the atmosphere ended up being superheated. To achieve balance, the volume of chilled air coming down had increased. and as it turns out, Kushala Daora draws power from this air. Yet contrary to the myths, The elder dragon doesn't actually control the wind but absorbs power from it into its scales. And now because there is too much power, Kushala Daora keeps overshooting its gale strikes!
"Score one for meteorology!" While Evans was patting himself on the back, Kushala Daora was recovering from its growing headache/concussion. The gale surrounding it dissipates as air leaks from under its scales. The chance Evans had been waiting for. Striking while the iron was hot, Evans belched out a thunderbolt, paralyzing the Elder dragon. He then grasps the throat of the elder dragon between his fangs. Electricity coats the teeth as they press down on the living storm. Kushala Daora cries out, struggling with its might to free itself. The two wrestle for control for a couple of minutes, until Evans pulls through, applying more pressure, severing the head of the clear skies' bane.
The body slumps to the ground as Evans feasts upon the severed head.