His heart skipped a beat as his blood froze.
The last time he lost control, even if it wasn't White's fault, he became nigh feral and could have been a danger to those around him. Hearing Shegror, a being with much more power than White Death could muster, ask him to relinquish control triggered fear inside him.
Instantly, Alex un-melded with the dragon, afraid it might try to force itself through if he said no, and reverted back to his human form.
Shegror's panic surged through their connection like a tidal wave, a wave of fear that engulfed Alex, and a panicked gaze transpired on his face, a sight that didn't escape his opponent.
In an instant, the kobold's flaming wings materialized behind its back, and it lunged forward with a thunderous clap, appearing right before Alex, sword swinging out with a blood lust that surpassed everything it had shown up to now.
