"Crash…. Boom!"
Vraegar screamed in pain as his body was hurtled into the distance by an enraged Drakul who had smacked the dragon across a dozen dimensions. The pain inundating the dragon cut across his flesh, soul and Will, reaching levels where he wished for death to escape from the pain.
'Ahhh… I hate this bastard!' The dragon screamed pitiably in his head, fearing to even scream out his hatred and pain. If not for his robust soul and constitution, Vraegar would have gone insane.
The dragon was in a pitiable state; grave injuries decorated his body in grisly patterns, and as he slammed into the earth of this new dimension, Vraegar looked at his chest where he had just been struck, and he noticed that the injuries he received were far lesser than normal, even the pain was in no way reduced, it was a great indicator that the plan was working.