With the old man dead, his Tritail Dreadturtle was now the sole target. Its shell, however, was incredibly tough; even the ancient giant-horned whale was having trouble breaking through the mountain on its back. Orion raised his trident and joined the fight.
High in the sky, the battle between Leonidas and the female dragon, Daize, was reaching its climax.
Leonidas had absolutely no shame. His attacks were relentlessly and deliberately aimed at Daize's chest. Even for a dragon with astonishing defenses, she instinctively moved to protect herself—a feminine reflex.
For a master combatant like Leonidas, that defensive motion created the perfect opening, allowing him to press his attack without pause.
"You lecherous vermin! You despicable beastman! You are foul! You deserve to die!" Daize shrieked, truly on the verge of a breakdown from Leonidas's sleazy fighting style.
To escape his groping attacks, she transformed, revealing her dragon true form.
ROAR!
