The rain slowly lessened, until only an almost imperceptible drizzle remained.
"ROAR!"
The earth-shattering roar echoed once more as the White Dragon lunged forward, assailing its opponent with both claws and its gaping maw.
Colin calmly weaved and dodged across the rooftops.
His footing was steady and his movements were swift, like a matador facing a bull.
The White Dragon's claws tore open one hole after another in the roof, but it couldn't seem to touch the enemy before it.
But anyone could see that for Colin, this was a deadly game with no room for error. If the Giant Dragon found even the slightest opening, it would spell his doom.
WHOOSH!
A massive tail swept toward him.
Colin chanted another Spell, and with a flash of silver light, the eggshell-shaped Magic Shield created by his Shield spell appeared at his side.
He crouched low, pressing his blade against the roof and gripping the hilt with both hands. His body, the roof, and the sword formed a perfect triangle.
