Narrative to complement the image. Thanks to BalloonPrincess:
"The dragon circled high in the air, using the fog and the slow setting of the sun to his advantage, as the tremendous monster studied his foe. It had been a while since he munched on manflesh and the dragon was so tired of stupid cows and fluffy sheep stolen from the nearby kingdom. It would be a good meal to be sure. The acid dribbled from his maw as the thoughts just whetted his appetite. However, the game was also a good way to pass the time. The Dragon was patient; he had been around for centuries. Waiting a bit longer would only make the feast that much better!
The knight tightened his grip in the sword as his expressive eyes narrowed behind the slit of the helm. He could hear the pulse of his heartbeat racing through his ears and the sweat trickling down his sides underneath the hot armor. Taking a slow breath, he focused on his training, remembering what the man at arms taught him as a boy. The shield was up at the ready to back up the power of the sword which he forced his hand to hold steady. He felt as ready as he could be. Still, there was one thing missing.
"May God grant me the strength to accomplish this great task," the knight whispered, keeping his gaze upon his opponent.
The fins on either side of the dragon's head twitched at the soft sound of the prayer. A deep thunderous laugh bubbled up from within the dragon's chest, creating some smoke to escape the corners of his mouth. "Foolish knight!" the creature mocked. "Your God has forsaken you! Surrender to your fate!"
"Never!" came the responding response like the blast of a horn.
Tightening the circling motion of his flight, the dragon nodded with an evil smirk. "So be it, Sir Knight ..."