Gideon and Godfrey stepped down from their horses and unsheathed their weapons. "Draw your blade, monster!"
"Easy now, little men. I haven't gotten to face an army like this on my own in such a long time. Let me savor this experience."
Suddenly, Abaddon vanished right before their very eyes and reappeared directly in between them.
"What-"
"When did you-"
BANG!
Abaddon casually smacked both dwarves in the side of the neck, sending their small bodies flying in opposite directions.
Turning around, the dragon glanced at the million dwarven soldiers who he had yet to interact with.
A few braver men rushed at Abaddon in groups, lunging at him with swords, spears, and hammers.
Tink!
Clang!
Clunk!
Abaddon had around twelve weapons strike his body.
None of them managed to pierce the first layer of his skin, or even leave so much as a bruise.
"You...You didn't dodge.." One dwarf said.
