A Close Battle

The Fire Wyvern snarled in frustration. This dragon was unlike any opponent it had faced before. It was resilient, calculating, and relentless.

Nix, on the other hand, remained unfazed. He relished the challenge. He could feel the thrill of battle surging through his veins, his dragon instincts roaring for dominance.

"Is that all?" Nix's deep, guttural growl rumbled through the battlefield.

The Fire Wyvern bared its fangs, rage flaring in its molten eyes. It flapped its wings aggressively, circling Nix as it sought an opening. Then, in a blur of movement, it launched itself forward once more, aiming to sink its fangs into Nix's throat.

Nix met its charge with equal ferocity. With a powerful beat of his wings, he propelled himself forward, claws outstretched, ready to tear into his opponent.