Barenkas was getting thoroughly beaten by Nightshade's Titan Mech, with three of his six wings broken and his dragon body riddled with deep, bloody gashes. His health had dropped to under two million.
"Hey, are you alright?" Orson said lightly, his voice carrying amusement.
Barenkas, who had been lying on the ground recovering from the damage, suddenly looked up, and a chilling sensation ran down his spine. Of course, that would have happened if he had any fur.
Furious and terrified, Barenkas glared at Orson. His reaction was almost instantaneous as he raised his dragon head and began to charge up a deadly dragon breath.
Orson's eyes sharpened. This was an opportunity he could not miss. He clasped his hands together and muttered, "Earthquake!"
The spell expanded to three times its usual size!
