[. -- the beast was so infamous for. The guttural roar the beast let out, one loud enough to make the common manโs ears bleed, echoed and overpowered all other sounds around them. .]
[. If there was any chance of escape, it had long since passed. .]
[. -- cumulated around the exposed bone. The same, terrifying screech echoed from the bottom of its throat. It is going to attempt a quick, yet powerful hit with his wing. .]
[. -- One roar, however, was much closer than that of the other dragons that soared these skies. .]
[. With a thunderous crash! The dragon lord descended upon the arena with the subtly of a comet. Dust shot past the otherโs face, each small pebble crackling with the flame lightning ++ .]
[. A tail push quickly moves Bayle to the side, moving away from the stab to his own neck. A bit of blood stained the blade, not entirely able to dodge the blade. .]
[. The hiss of flames and the crackle of lightning emerge from the dragon, its wounded wing raising as energy ++ .]
[. Is this yet another fool that Placidusax has searching for his heart? Or is this just a fool, who wound up wrong place, wrong time. .]
[. Not that it mattered. Warriors and food were synonymous to the dreaded lord of the jagged peak. He cared not for background nor motive, ++ .]
[. -- he only cared about one thing. His might. .]
[. Thunderous storms carried echoes of distant roars as the other stood upon a field of flowers, all sprouted from soldiers long passed. Jagged rocked made the walls of the arena, the highest of which clawed at the clouds in the sky. ++ .]
