Eccar stood there for a long moment and reflected on his failure. Fighting was one of the few things he had always done well.
In a battle he could trust his instincts and rely on his strength without needing complicated plans or careful words.
He was not good at explaining himself, and he never considered himself particularly skilled at thinking through elaborate strategies.
What he knew best was how to fight and destroy whatever enemy stood in his way.
His power as an Earth Dragon gave him tremendous physical strength and incredible durability, while his connection to the earth allowed him to draw power directly from the land beneath his feet.
As long as he fought on solid ground, almost anywhere in any world, Eccar could fight with incredible strength.
But what had all that strength accomplished now? He had failed to protect the people who trusted him.
He had sworn to keep them safe but they still died while he fought outside the dome.
