"Anger fueled by embarrassment, charging blindly forward—what delightful words to thrill an enemy!"
Melina spoke thus in the language of dragons.
Her dragon wings spread wide, utilizing the air and the Factor to glide her body—light, graceful, she dodged the attack like a swashbuckling swordsman from a French chivalric romance, and then lashed her tail against the silver-armored dragon's spine.
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