Simon fell on the ground and struggled to stand up, his breathing was ragged. Henry's brimstones left burn marks on his clothes and skin, but his eyes were ablaze with an even more passionate fire. 'I'm not done yet!' he snarled, his voice raw with anger. Electricity surged around him, snapping and sparking in jagged, wild movements across his form.
Henry laughed, twirling the fireballs in his hands with a simple flick of his wrists. 'You've got spirit, I'll give you that,' he said with a grin. "But you're not thinking clearly, Simon. You're just throwing yourself into a fight without even understanding what's going on." His voice was casual, but there was an underlying threat in his words.
Simon looked at him with hatred and disbelief in his eyes. "What is there to understand? He is a dragon! They are all the same, evil beings who have caused nothing but suffering!" He glared at Lukas, his fingers quivering with anger and exhaustion.
