Ranger tried to get away from Despair a ls the ghost lunge, but this time he wasn't fast enough. Despair pushed him to the ground and immobilized the flygon. Ranger struggled for a few seconds before he felt as if his life were being drained away. For the first time in a while he felt weak. He felt small. He felt powerless. Worst of all, he felt scared. He hadn't been scared since the flood had destroyed his village, and now nothing particularly important had happened to him and he was scared. The weakness he felt was unbearable, it was something that made him hate Despair even more, and hate fueled darkness.
It took several minutes, but Ranger finally brought himself to his feet. Now that Despair wasn't focusing on him, it wasn't hard for Ranger to sneak up behind him. The flygon was crouching low, all the while letting those horrible feelings fuel another dark pulse. His hatred for Despair was the most powerful one at the moment. The fact that Despair had threatened this town and all the people he loved only helped by adding rage to the mix.
As soon as Ranger was behind Despair, he rose to his full height, and praying that this stronger dark pulse would actually hurt Despair this time.
"You know, all lives are precious. That's why I'm glad you're already dead," that final word is what unleashed the dark pulse. The black aura again washed over everything, making the world seem darker than when that fog had arrived only minutes ago.
"You, Despair, were the exception to lives being precious," Ranger had a renewed energy now, and felt like nothing could stop him.
"Dragon Breath!" Ranger released the super heated draconic fire and watched with content as it washed over Despair.