*Sinking through the waves, into the darkness, the body falls. Bubbles rise from the dragon's mouth as it faces towards the distant heavens. Falling, faster, faster, into the womb of darkness the dragon sinks, his life fading away. The World tree sends out a cry for help as it too, is dying. (knocked sideways? or burning) A pulse, faint, but growing. Churning the water around the form. Pulses of his image travel through the water. His eyes flash open, nglowing yellow. The body curls up and unleashes a mighty roar, heard across the vast darkness. The water churns faster, forming a maelstrom around the rising dragon. The ocean obeys, rising with him. The clouds gather overhead and soon, lightning pokes at the water's surface, leaving steam where they met. The water boils heavily across it's wavy surface, as the dragon blows into the sky, releasing a massive downpour of water. A shadowy aura surrounds the dragon, the body covered in spikes, tendrils, and other reconizable features. The dragon, releasing a thundering roar, shoots into the clouds and binds the storm to his will. The storm, with lightning jumping across it, to it's newfound core, speeds up and begins to churn itself. Tornadoes decend from the heavens as they rip through the land. A massive blast of lightning striked the giant head on, causing it to crash down in pain. The dragon sinks from the heavens, it's eyes now white, it's massive wings keeping it in the air. The avatar of nature, as it would be properly called, lets loose a mighty roar, causing the vines to bind around the giant, binding him to the ground. The earth sinks, creating a pit to hold the giant form of Darkiron. Earth, and water begin a dance around around their deity as the winds roared their defiance to their beloved tree, and lightning arcs across the dragon. Fire, in it's beuty and essence, crowns the dragons head like a crown. The dragon pulses with each flap, controlling the elements around him. There could be no better form of nature's wrath.*