Even as it attacked, throwing that tornado, the Azure Dragon writhed in agony. How could it not?!
As if the explosion that went off on its head earlier wasn't bad enough, a certain pest kept messing with reverse scale! Leave it alone! That human kept getting demolished going for that scale, and yet it kept going.
It made no sense. Why, why!? It had a perfectly large and exposed injury on its head, and this human was obsessed with its scale.
If you weren't a dragon, you had to shut up! No one else would understand just how painful it was to have your reverse scale damaged.
It looked on at the approaching enemies with rage. Where had these humans come from? It had been winning! It had been doing exactly what it was supposed to do, dominating the sky, sweeping the field, keeping that one quiet pest on the defensive.
How exactly did that stupid Vermillion Bird die!? Stupid, stupid, stupid! And now, its slayers were here.
The thought was not calming.
