Eryndral stood in front of him once again, its massive frame coiled low, glacial-blue and venom-green eyes burning with fresh fury. The oppressive aura slammed into him instantly, heavier than before, as if the short break had only made it stronger and angrier.
Damon staggered back from the jump-scare scene, quickly retreating. His instincts screamed that this was no longer the sixty-five-percent fight he'd walked away from. Something had changed!
He needed to get to his fucking Blood Gate. Maybe if he somehow did a faint, he could-
His thoughts were interrupted when Eryndral casually destroyed the portal with a flick of its tail. His escape route became non-existent in the blink of an eye.
"Persistent bastard…" Damon's eyes darkened. This damn cheating thing wanted a death match with him? Fine! If he was going down today, he was not going to go down without a damn brawl where he dragged that thing to death!
