The Keeper raised his hands. "All I smell is potential in the air... but why are you so weak? Even he is as weak as those lowly monsters." A metal claw pointed at Kaedros.
"Then why are you fighting us if we're so weak?" Kaedros challenged. His head was still tender, and his body ached from just one blow. Even in his Dragon form he knew he didn't hold a candle to the moving steel.
"This is not a fight," the Keeper growled. "You would have died for every breath you take if I wanted to fight you. All I'm doing... is playing with you."
Kaedros grimaced. He had no response to that. The Keeper was undeniably strong, what baffled him was how impossible it was to gauge that strength. He just knew the being was powerful.
Maybe he could put it at rank three or four but that's it. It might even be more than that, way more.
"So," the Keeper advanced on Rauk, "what are you going to show me? Not one of your chains again, are you?"
