"Positions—NOW!" Draco barked loudly.
The ground thundered beneath the Land Dragon's weight as it barreled forward, its jagged armor of stone fragments glinting under the orange lantern light.
His team snapped into formation, the strategy etched into their minds like scripture.
Jonathan sprinted to the left flank, his flaming gauntlets sparking. Lenard mirrored him on the right, blade shimmering faintly with metallic light. Marcos and two others darted back-to-back, their Breaths already flaring in their limbs, fire pooling hot and heavy in their legs and hands.
The rest moved into pairs just as Draco had instructed, spreading across the arena in a semi-circle to corral the beast.
The dragon's roar shook the walls, its tail smashing down hard enough to rattle teeth.
But Draco didn't flinch.
WHOOSH!
His boots dug into the ground as he ran straight toward the monster, his figure a blur of speed.
"Over here, you bastard!"
