"...This is what it means to be an adventurer, right…?" He questioned to himself in a whisper.
Just then, the silver-haired beasts made their move; shuffling through the treeline with unarthodox, zig-zag movements, they closed in on his position with swiftness.
There wasn't a single droplet of fear that entered his bloodstream as he stood his ground, standing still as he waited for the beasts to come.
They moved carefully, but with speed that made them blurs–to normal eyes, that is. As one leapt towards him with its chest-mouth clamping down, he lifted a single hand in response.
Before its fangs could reach him, a release of azure flames pushed against the silver entity, engulfing it in the sublime heat of the Dragonheart.
It was a controlled output; the majestic flames exuded in a condensed cone that targeted only the beast, swallowing it in the all-burning grasp of the draconic inferno before it dropped to the ground as a blackened husk.
