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CHAPTER START---
As the massive gold dragons rushes the Elementalist, Yang immediately takes to the air, blasting blue flames from his feet he rockets dozens of meters above the collesium.
Not wanting to be outdone, that dragon immediately flaps its massive wings, a torrent of wind rushes through the massive structure as it leaps and snaps its maw at Yang.
"Nope," he says with a smile on his face, raising a hand to his right, a blast of flame pushes him to the left, narrowly dodging the rows of teeth that snap shut at his previous position.
"Argh, what the f----," his words are cut off, looking at his hand that was suddenly blazing with pain, a charred mess is all he saw. On both his arms, from his elbows down could be seen completely black and almost brittle, the same place his armor had melted away.
'Ok, so no hands then.'
Dropping down to a more manageable height of 10m(30ft) to prevent an aerial fight with a dragon. He carefully studies his foe while zipping around the battlefield, his relatively smaller size and high-speed flying making the creature's attacks constantly narrowly miss him.
'Ok, it's a metallic dragon so the dungeon can spawn good-aligned creatures as mindless monsters too, and it basically belches plasma beams so my regular flames can't outmatch it, in fact, my flames won't work at all to take it down. Wind is also useless, shock and drop? Well, I don't have much of a choice...'
"RRAAAAARRRGGGHHH!"
His thoughts are cut off as the dragon roars, shaking the arena and certainly echoing throughout the connecting corridors.
A wave of heat washes over the area, more so than the constant heat released naturally from the dragon. An intentional widespread attack causes the stone structure to begin to heat up, slowly but surely beginning the process of becoming red hot.
The layer of sand in the fighting pit begins to visibly glow and crystalize below the dragon's body as it takes a regal stance, head held high while raising its body temperature. The glow in its chest burning brighter and brighter.
"SHIT!" Yang yells out while swirling Wind around himself, fighting the waves of heat emanating from the monster.
As the monster stands stationary, he bends into a slight crouch, with one massive leap assisted by his flames rocketing through the air, Yang slams both his feet into the monsters' chest, directly where the bright yellow glow can be seen peering through the scales.
The monster flinches from the impact, before casually swiping Yang aside, his right shoulder pauldron taking the brunt of the hit and bending, the absurd heat making it softer during this fight.
"Damn it, need my hands..." he mutters while stabilizing himself mid-air.
Flying backward without taking his eyes off the monster, the dragon begins preparing to belch another plasma beam directly at him, the tell-tale white glow building in its mouth.
"This is my chance," he says to himself, noticing the monster doesn't move when doing this attack.
As the attack fires from the dragon's mouth, Yang rockets horizontally to his left. Circling the perimeter of the arena, forcing the monster to shift its head as much as possible and making the beam that follows behind him just slow enough.
A soft white glow begins to form between his numb, useless hands as he rockets around the battlefield, using this opportunity to summon a potion.
As the small vial is about to be withdrawn, Yang raises his hand directly to his mouth, his hands incapable of moving his fingers much less delicately open a bottle. At the speeds he's going he can't simply smash the bottle over his hands because the liquid would fall away, letting any spill could be the difference between life and death, so he does something that most would never think of.
As the vial appears he catches the head of the glass containing between his teeth, wrapping his lips around the neck of the small bottle, he bites down.
*CRACK*
The glass shatters, broken glass and the healing liquid fills his mouth, the dragon's attack still following only a few feet behind him as he shifts into a rapid vertical climb.
Feeling the glass and liquid swirling in his mouth, mixed in with the blood from his gums caused by the glass, he takes a deep breath through his nose before spitting the liquid onto his hands the moment the dragon's attack stops tracking him.
"Mmm, still stiff..." he comments, barely able to feel his fingers much less move them as he used the potion on his hands. "Don't think I've got enough potions for these," he assesses with a frown as he stares at his opponent.
'Shock drop time,' he decides while rushing toward the monster's face.
"RAAARGH!"
As the monster predictable opens its mouth to greet what appears to be a flying snack, Yang does a classic barrel roll after descending just enough to hide from the dragon's eyes, using its own snout as cover.
He flies past the monster's face, a coating of lighting sparks to life on his right leg. Powerful purple bolts arcing around his limb as he stamps directly at the monster's face, no, the eye.
A bright orange glowing orb within the creature's metal skull. As his leg makes contact.
"ARGGHH FUCK!" He screams out in pain, his leg feeling as if he'd kicked the sun.
His foot sunk into the blazing orb, not an eyeball in form, only function as its structure is a sphere of condensed flames.
Ragdolling in mid-air, he's quickly sent flying as the tail of the monster catches him mid panic.
*CRACK*
His pauldron shatters as he's slammed into the stone bleachers of the arena.
"Ugh, shit..." he looks at his right leg, charred just as his hands are with his armor melted off.
"You're such bullshit, a flame inside a suit of metal armor shaped like a dragon? How the hell am I sup---"
A look of realization dawn on Yang as he uses his left leg to fly upward, dodging a claw swipe from the monster.
'You're just like me, a danger to fight by sheer proximity, more dangerous to touch, and a whole lot of fire, hmmm, but you lack variety. So how would I beat me?' he asks himself while flames all around his body thrust him roughly in different directions.
Without most of his limbs to act as adjustable stabilizers, he essentially is flying like a puppet having all its strings rapidly yanked all at once.
'Here goes!'
He hypes himself up while building magic into his left foot, his last fully functional and armored limb.
Constantly making laps around the arena, occasionally taking a hit because of his lacking agility, Yang eventually builds enough magic. Every part of him, including most of his face charred black and hair burnt off, his armor cracked, softened by the absurd heat of his and his enemy's flames, or completely broken and melted off in certain places.
As his magic reaches a high point, Yang rushes the dragon once more, this time however he ascends at the last moment, however, he twirls in mid-air and slams down onto the back of the dragon, right between the wings.
Slamming down ungracefully, effectively body slamming into a metal plate as his nose shatters against the monster, all his concentration tied up in making sure he doesn't miss and building his magic, unable to cushion his fall enough.
Using his forehead, he quickly presses off the dragon and gets into a kneeling position, the skin of his forehead stuck to the monster's back as it tears off his face.
"AHHHHH!" he cries out, his body burning up against the heated metal of the dragon.
Eyes darting around, he shoves his useless fingers into the gaps between the dragon's scales, getting what little handhold he can before kicking down with his left foot, finally releasing his magic.
"WATER SHOCKWAVE!" he screams out.
From his left leg, absurd amounts of water appear, at least, that's what he expected.
Instead, most of the water transforms to steam the moment it's hit by the heat of the battlefield.
The dragon bucks and shakes violently feeling a few swimming pools of water actually make contact with its body, the metal where it makes contact barely having any difference.
"NONONONONO! THAT'S SUPPOSED TO WORK DAMN IT!" Yang yells out, withdrawing his right hand from where between the scales, he begins feverishly pounding away at the back of the dragon, desperately trying to reach for the crystal inside.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
Over and over he slammed his hand into the scales, unable to make even a fist but he relentlessly pounds away at the scales. Until eventually, a rush of adrenaline flows through him.
As his fingers curl into a fist, not from it being healed, but from pure desperation, from his defiant will to overcome, red marking spread across his body, his lips are pressed together tightly as he continues hammering away at his target.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
With every hit, the dragon tries harder and harder to shake him off, the melted arena already crumbled and falling apart, but now the monster simply slams itself into the high walls. As the stone structure collapses and melts around them, both combatants are feeling the damage, but Yang much more so than the heavily armored dragon.
*CRACK*
The dragon's scale finally cracks, along with his entire right arm. Bone shatters and snaps, piercing skin and mangling his arm in unnatural ways.
Without even bothering, Yang quickly switches to his left arm.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
He continues hammering away, and eventually, his persistence wins.
*BANG*
The targeted scale shatters, the hide of the monster is pierced, and raging heat spews out, a beam of plasma pours out of the monster's core and hits him directly in the chest and face as well as his left arm.
The dragon obviously being a shell of gold armor around a storm of plasma within.
The pain knocks Yang out completely, then the heat immediately forces his eyes open, no, eye. His right eyelids being burnt shut, along with his lips by the blast of plasma.
Realizing what he has to do, he furrows his brows, no, those were burnt off long ago, but he grits his remaining teeth and shoves his left hand down into the core of the monster.
In his final act of desperation, a bright greyish blue mist appears at his back, forming a circle as his affinity with Cryo(Cold) element is amplified.
Pouring all the magic he can into this attack, he bets his life on it.
'Jötunheimr!' he mentally commands, his lips burnt shut and unable to comply.
As his hand stays within the monster, the plasma beings to cool, he isn't sure how long it takes, but from the amount that leaked out he's sure that even at his best, this feat would have been impossible if not for the crack he made.
The dragon slowly begins to cool, its scales going from bright white glowing gold to simple cold gold scales, the monsters movements begin to slow before it almost stops completely, as it comes to almost a crawl, the dragons desperately tries to roll over, freezing just before it's about to toss Yang off, the crystal now visible with the internal plasma of the otherwise hollow monster completely cooled and gone.
END CHAPTER---
Made this to reflect essentially how other people at level 4 would see him if they fight him currently hence the title of this chapter.