'They're going at it.'
Glancing back to the fight, Troy stood with a firm stance. The dargon opposite, with a gapping hole in it's gut. Along with blue blood, dripping down from the holes made by Troy's air bullets.
'My mana is running low, I have to get out of here and retreat.' Using it's mouth, it brought it down fast to Troy's head.
Aiming to chomp him out in one bite.
"I would advice you to stop trying and just give it up. Your efforts are pointless now." Punching upwards, the air drill formed in his left arm.
This time shorter about 2 meters, spinning with a more deadly intent.
"A diversion?" Troy frowned, seeing the dargon abruptly stop.
On instinct the king cancelled his attack, tilting his head to the right. Avoiding two lightning bolts, that were projected from the dargon's body. Heading into the spiralling lightning air ball, which had now doubled in size.
