"Hey... Does it make me a dragon slayer if I slay this zombie dragon?" Lancelot asked calmly, his eyes locked on the target with a simple slash across his body—the powerful strike destroyed the eroding flames and deflected the beam into a nearby hill.
A huge crash sounded as the beam destroyed the rocks. As if time accelerated, they began to break down, erode and crumble into a dirty black goo.
"Tyr, Tia. Let's fight together." He bellowed sternly, jumping towards the humanoid Tiamat, who transformed under his body, sneering at Tyr with a smile on her face.
Woosh!
Both dragons shot into the air rapidly from the explosive wind from their huge wings, catapulting them into the skies while Lancelot gripped Tiamat's scaled mane tightly, his legs resting on her shoulder blades while Tyr shot past them, her claws glowing with black mana.
