If the intention had been to catch him off guard, then congratulations to the Wyvern King, because he had definitely succeeded.
Riley genuinely wasn't sure what the hell he was supposed to make of that.
For one, he'd definitely stopped. He wasn't stupid enough to hear something like that and continue charging forward as though the ancient being hadn't just practically invited him to attack.
But stopping didn't mean letting his guard down.
The black dragon immediately shifted his weight, keeping the blood sword between himself and the massive figure before him while anticipating an attack from literally any direction.
Sure, it could've been goading.
But Riley himself knew perfectly well that sometimes goading was a technique to simply get others to do their bidding.
And what if rushing straight toward that guy was the equivalent of handing himself over on a silver platter?
No, thank you.
