The dragon looked furious, and understandably so. Being constantly harassed without ever taking a proper fight, only to be kited endlessly, must have been maddening.
Theresia could clearly see the twisted, grotesque expression on the Tyrant Dragon's face, radiating extreme discomfort.
The previous strike had felt as though a peanut had been forcefully shoved deep into its nasal cavity, only for that peanut to suddenly explode. Well, at least its stuffed nose was cured now.
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