Taking a deep breath from the tense air, the blacksmith continued, "Emerging from the dissipating light, a scaled humanoid creature stood, donning smaller red dragon wings upon its back. Like its majestic, colossal counterpart, this creature bore a deep injury in its chest, a testament to the battle it had waged. Its voice rang out, assertive and resolute, "You've forced me to use my mid-level dragonoid form, but don't think this fight is going to be easy. You must die!"
In an instant, the dragonoid launched itself towards the armored creature with the speed of the wind. The green tentacles, ever vigilant, attempted to ensnare the agile creature, yet it maneuvered through their attacks effortlessly. The sharp tips of the tentacles harmlessly grazed past the dragonoid, failing to land a single blow.
