"Arghhh!"
Bob screamed as thousands of kilograms of weight landed on his back. The Gruelling Devil dug his claws into the Dragon's thick scales, shattering them with ease. Then, the Devil repeatedly punched the Dragon.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bob's eyes turned bloodshot as his scales cracked due to the pressure placed upon them. It was obvious to him that despite his advantage, he couldn't compete with the radical Devil through physical means.
'This rancid old piece of shit…'
Bob couldn't help but grit his jagged, Dragon teeth, exuding Draconic Authority while descending at a rapid pace, his eyes fixated on the broken ground of the Arena. Suddenly, when Bob was merely a few meters away from colliding with the ground, he twirled, flinging the Gruelling Devil off his back.
Bam!
