The very air seemed to crackle with the intensity of his power. His arms became a blur as he spun them, blood whips materializing and lashing out with devastating force. The crimson tendrils wrapped around the dragon's massive body, seeking any weakness in its armored hide. But despite the ferocity of his assault, the whips seemed to do little more than annoy the beast, each strike barely leaving a mark on its scales.
Enraged by this persistent attack, the dragon unleashed a new stream of fire. The inferno erupted from its maw, a river of liquid flame that pursued Blake as he darted around the cavern. He pushed his speed to the limit, staying just ahead of the searing heat that threatened to consume him.
As he ran, Blake's mind raced even faster. 'There has to be something,' he thought desperately. 'Some weakness, some strategy I haven't seen yet.' His eyes darted over the dragon's form, searching for any hint of vulnerability.
