Draven tried to dodge, but the ape's attacks were overwhelming. A fist connected with his wing, the bone snapping with a crack. Despite this, Draven remained composed, falling to the ground, his movements becoming more sluggish. The ape loomed over him, its eyes glowing bright crimson.
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"That hit was brutal," Marcus commented, his voice filled with concern. "Alister's dragon is in serious trouble now."
"Can he recover from that?" Elena wondered aloud.
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Draven rolled to the side, barely avoiding a crushing stomp, and swung his tail, slicing the ape's leg. The ape stumbled but recovered quickly, its fists hammering down in a barrage. Each blow shattered the ground around Draven, creating craters and sending debris flying.
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"The crimson ape isn't letting up," Marcus noted. "It's like a relentless force of nature."
"But look at Draven," Elena pointed out. "He's still fighting back, still looking for an opening."
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