The large neon-red beam of radioactive magma shot through the sky and passed through the clouds, painting them in red.
The beams headed straight towards the incoming heavily armoured volcano dragon with its shiny armour reflecting the red light.
Rings of spiralling magic letters were orbiting along the whole length of the beam, brightly glowing in orange light and forming the spiralling rings.
The metallic magma gathered in front of the incoming dragon, forming a bubble-like barrier, its surface emitting immense heat and blinding orange light.
Vesuvius folded his wings, launching into the distance like a bullet launched out of a railgun, his body turning into a blur, leaving purple a purple behind him. The bright light was glowing in his mouth, quickly gathering for a new attack as he refused to underestimate his enemy.
He flew further and further away from the dragon. The beam of magma was shooting out of his mouth, bending to shoot behind him.
