Luavier of House Verdantwings led the attack with precision, his black bladed spear slicing through the air with deadly elegance. He leapt from the backs of the Crimsonscales again and again, spinning his body midair, using every gust of wind to lengthen his strike.
His movements were flawless, a blur of steel and motion, but even his perfectly timed thrusts could not pierce the dragonborn's shimmering midnight blue scales.
He hovered in the air for a heartbeat, wings barely keeping him aloft from the gusts Draculeus' strikes had stirred. He tightened his grip on the black bladed spear, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing.
"Impossible…"
He muttered under his breath, spinning to avoid the Dragonborn's snapping claws. His breath came faster, heart hammering, but his focus sharpened.
"No matter… I will find a way."
