A grip like iron steel, crushing his skull with each passing second. The hard marble of the floor was also not very 'pleasant'.
"...How?!"
Elijah barely managed to utter as the pressure on his head increased, bit by bit and his scales shattered like glass, rendering the only defense he had useless.
"Did you seriously think poison would be enough..?"
Alan asked, genuinely confused. Elijah was a dragon as well for god's sake! He should know that the physique and constitution of a dragon is resistant to poisons!
He should know of it, yet he still dared to do it?
Actually, it was Alan that was wrong. That poison didn't cost a million points for nothing, it was potent enough to put a young dragon, such as himself to sleep however, prior to being hit Alan was covered in an aura of frost energy, adding to the frost mana already strengthening his body, the poison had simply froze before it could do any real damage.
