"There's no way a little thing like that can…" The tough guy act had fallen away. The boy Clark was facing found the fear that came with seeing a dragon breath attack.
"You called my Crimson a little lizard? I don't see many lizards that can breathe flames like that. But your Ape can decide if this battle is over." Clark watched as Crim stepped forward toward the bone knuckled ape.
There was a hesitation to keep battling before the ape found its courage again. It had still managed to injure this beast in front of it. So what if there were flames now? It could dodge like the last time.
With a screech of battle, the ape jumped up and clasped its hands. The hammer fist came down causing a sickening crack on crim's front shoulder. Crim could tell that major damage was dealt, Unfortunately for the ape, Crim was a slime. He could still move freely.
