Tyr eyes pop as he looks at the level 18 Dragon in front of him. Its brown scale eye opens, piercing into Tyr. The heavily armoured dragon sluggishly stretches, loud cracks of bone and long caked dirt. Its claws are as sharp as ever scratching an old itch. An almost knee bending yawn sucks out all the air on the pit. The walls glow with lava making the pit a sauna of heat. Some plants with the fire element are also darting the pit. Using the rivers of lava much like a water well.
A slash of fires follows the vacuum. The dragons' breath is control is almost a knife of fire. Tyr smiles his domain is fire and with Suns' Shadow, this hell fire will do no damage. Tyr prepares to attack inside the flames only to be pushed back into the wall. The dragon chuckles stammers and growls he can't make out what it is saying but he can hear the pity.
