Erend's fists crashed into Theron's body with relentless force. Each of his punch sending shockwaves through the trapped harbinger of doom. Theron's blood armor rippled with every impact. Cracks start forming along the crimson and black congealed blook subtance that wrapped his body.
The ground around them trembled from the sheer brutality of the assault. Erend's strikes came faster and harder fueled by a wild determination that gleamed in his eyes. It was also part of his Dragon power who wanted nothing more than Theron's blood.
But for Theron, each blow was more than just physical pain, it was humiliation.
"How dare… How dare this creature…! *
The thought festered in his mind and growing like a poison. "I am the chosen harbinger of the Great Calamity. The blessed one. This lowly Dragonborn dares to push me into this state?!"
