When Quetzalcoatl fell due to the chaos lance in his chest, Broidrireg had to fight Azzarilth alone. Broidrireg could only use quick spells in that condition, and he mostly had to perform evasive maneuvers while Azzarilth charged at him.
"You are still as slippery as I remember," Azzarilth scoffed.
"And you are always in a constant state of unrest," Broidrireg returned. "I have told you multiple times to find your inner peace. You never listen."
"Hahaha! You are still lecturing me? After all these millennia, you are still as insufferable as you were. No wonder the number of true dragons was declining."
"How dare you mention that?! If not for your betrayal, we wouldn't have been in the state we are now!" Broidrireg roared. He cast a spell that conjured uncountable water spears.
