It really wasn't meant to fight like this. It was meant to control the air, and control the space, and dictate the terms from above.
Yet, look at it now. It was outnumbered and outmatched.
So it did the only thing that made sense.
It began to rapidly rise. It rose higher, higher, out of the range of anyone on the ground, into the open sky where its hurricane had room to expand.
Its thought process was simple, but surprisingly effective. If it could not fight all of them, then it would simply leave.
There, done. It would leave high up into the air where most of them couldn't chase it. Then, it would simply fight the ones who could follow. Let that Phoenix come up and try. Let the others watch from the floor.
After reaching a height that felt appropriate, it sighed, and then it looked down. Lena was currently flying towards its face at high speeds.
Azure Dragon: ?
