The dragon glared at me, his fiery gaze trying to pierce my spirit and frighten me. But his attempts did nothing—I could see each movement he made as he charged toward me, and it only looked like a desperate final stand. What was once a brutal fight for me had shifted. Now, he was the one struggling to keep up.
His fist swung straight at my face, a heavy blow that could've shattered stone, but I merely tilted my head to the side, evading it by an inch. My own fist shot into his gut, forcing a low grunt from him as he stumbled back. Without missing a beat, I spun, my sword swinging wide. He tried to dodge, but my blade caught him, slashing through his so-called "impenetrable" scales.
