Deign

⊰ Long have I awaited THIS BATTLE!!! ⊱ 

⟬ Gon Galdrun, Sky-Rank Gold Dragon. ⟭ 

It was a proper piss lizard-- especially compared to that whelp, Gruen Grunnar. 

It was older. 

Bigger-- fatter. 

Golden spikes hung from its maw, akin to impotent phalluses, flopping about as the creature roared a combat cliche. 

An unfathomable number of projectiles blotted out a portion of the sky. Silvery arrows conjured by Tanamar's ⌈Heaven Creation⌋ Skill were mixed with equally fantastic Spellcasts of flame and frost. 

While it might have looked impressive, the opening salvo was merely a probing attack. 

⊰ THIS ROYAL WILL MEET THY CHALLENGE!!! ⊱ 

Galdrun used its ⌈Breath Weapon⌋. Brilliant golden flames disintegrated most of the extravagance. 

Ah-- but mixed into the hellstorm was a series of ⌈Heaven Creation: Lance⌋.

Those detonated, not on direct impact, but at Tanamar's whim. 

Well played.