Before long, Ackster's head had mostly recovered along with his torso. It was just his limbs that lagged behind.
"Ugh. Did I grow colorblind, or why did you change color, crocodile?"
Trana frowned. She still couldn't make sense of the strange creature in her hand. By all appearances, it was a fully functioning and alive human. There was nothing special about him, such as him being dead, a vampire, or of a strange bloodline. However, what he had just done was something ordinary humans couldn't do.
"I'm a different dragon. My name is Trana."
'Shit.'
Ackstre groaned. He couldn't even defeat a single dragon, at least not before the other showed up, and he was pretty tired and beaten up now. Fortunately, he was still clear-headed enough to realize Trana didn't seem to be about to eat him or something.
"You wanna fight?"
