A sleek, blue dragon with a more aerodynamic body than Viztar spoke as it landed next to the burning green dragon with a thump. It hardened the ground below it with magic so it wouldn't sink into the lava.
"You think I care about the Dragon Slayer?! I've got a fucking cockroach on me, Trana!"
While speaking, Viztar turned his head back to try and snap at Ackster, but he couldn't reach. He also tried to whip around with his tail and smack Ackster, but Ackster's presence was weak since the flames obscured him and almost killed him. So, Viztar couldn't pinpoint it, and he was pretty sure Ackster was inside his wing by now.
Trana narrowed her eyes as she peered through the flames.
"Huh? Is Maxtras testing the waters again? Didn't we tell him he can do what he wants as long as he doesn't touch any of us just a couple of centuries ago?"
"This fucker apparently doesn't belong to Maxtras."
