[I can't really think clearly right now so say it in one simple sentence] Sol's eyes burned blue as he held the dragon in place.
[The pantheon is in an uproar]
[The encampment was attacked by an unknown faction]
[The heroes are in peryl]
[Even if you know, you cannot do a thing about it, that wretched goddess of yours is long-]
*Crack!
Diablos shuddered and went stiff when Sol broke both of his horns and stood there staring at him.
[One, short, sentence] Sol grabbed him by his nostril and turned to the direction of the camp.
[Activated enhanced senses]
[It's too far away, I can't see or hear anything from here, Arkadia is a lot larger than I imagined] Sol closed his eyes and deactivated his magic.
[What's happening over there?] Sol asked one final time, and instead of answering Diablos began laughing.
[This fight is over, then] Sol released him and turned his back to leave.
