The battle between Samuel and Pyre was ongoing and as it progressed, things looked increasingly grim for Samuel Oakley.
"Damn it…!" He was no longer on the offensive, but on the defensive. The storm he created to put out fires was also slowly eating away at his mana and diverting some of his attention causing him to leave subtle openings.
The fire dragon Pyre would capitalize on any and every mistake regardless of length of time, positioning, or type of mistake. But what could Samuel do? He couldn't stop fighting, there would be no hope for the capital city otherwise.
Fortunately, whenever Samuel fell, the robed man would be present and ready to heal his wounds. They would collect his blood as well but Samuel was not too concerned. He couldn't afford to worry about it.
What he did know was that in exchange for a bit of blood, he could get a second wind. The dragon would suffer some blows every single time and W and Bloody would collect its great blood.
