In the murky waters of the aquatic battlefield, the Nagas, sensing their advantage, refocused their relentless attack on the Draconian soldiers. These warriors, known for their prowess on land, now floundered in the unfamiliar underwater environment.
One Naga, his scales shimmering in the dim light, turned to his comrade with a predatory grin. "These land dwellers are out of their element," he hissed, his eyes gleaming with malice.
His fellow Naga, brandishing a spear with a skilled hand, nodded in agreement, his expression one of fierce determination. "Let's press our advantage. Their strength on land counts for nothing here," he responded, his voice filled with confidence.
Together, they lunged at the Draconian soldiers, their movements fluid and coordinated. The soldiers, despite their formidable defense, were visibly struggling. Their attempts to counterattack were sluggish and ineffective against the agile Nagas.
