At the same instant, dozens of massive water orbs, each the size of boulders, materialized in the sky above.
They shimmered with compressed pressure, surfaces rippling like liquid glass.
The dragon clenched his jaws and hurled them downward in a devastating barrage, aiming to crush Aaron from behind.
But Aaron simply vanished again.
He reappeared at the dragon's unguarded flank in the blink of an eye.
The water dragon's head whipped around, eyes widening in raw disbelief as he realized his entire side lay exposed.
"Not only foolish verbally," Aaron muttered, shaking his head in mock disappointment, "but also foolish tactically."
Without ceremony, he drove a gleaming sword straight through the reverse scale, the one vulnerable spot every dragon guarded with their life.
The blade punched clean through armored hide and sank deep into tender flesh beneath.
The dragon's roar shattered the air, raw, guttural, animal agony. His body convulsed violently.
