Qh'mros snarled, baring its mouthful of glistening fangs, dodging Xurha's attack with a flap of its powerful wings, moving back through the air.
[I could take a nap while you waved that little stick of yours around, if I pleased.] Qh'mros taunted Xurha, but it had felt the power emanating from Xurha's attack, and even as much as it belittled Xurha, he was a very real threat.
Qh'mros' shimmering sinuous neck arced around, pointing its head at Xurha, and then it opened its enormous jaws, and bright green glow emanating from its mouth.
There was a deafening roar, and Qh'mros blasted out a storm of wind blades, each one of them enough to slice a mountain in two.
Xurha swung his axe up to intercept the incoming torrent of wind blades, this time, forming a projection of an enormous shield, which absorbed the brunt of Qh'mros attack.
