As they fought, Catalina became the one suffering. A slight mistake, and she might get smacked, either into the abyss, where she might possibly fall forever because the waterfall might not have an end or she might drown in the violent sea, which would eventually send her corpse into the abyss.
Blood gushed out of Cristian's scales yet his attacks couldn't harm Lithuania. It kept on breathing poison gas before he could breathe flames, while also stabbing him with its sharp legs.
Flapping his wings so as to gain an air advantage, Lithuania saw through Cristian's thoughts and coiled around him, squeezing tight.
"You're just a kid. I've lived for over four hundred years!" Even with poor talent, four hundred years gave it an advantage over even the most talented dragon in the world.
"You're just a centipede!" Catalina scowled, borrowed energy from the pendant her master gave to her and caused the water to rise.
