Azorn's fist hit Arad's forearm, and a deafening shockwave erupted, ripping the ground apart, sending Arad flying back with a tattered forearm.
Just from that one punch, Arad became aware of one thing. Size and weight matter in this fight; he can't be too big or too small. Arad stood at close to 11 feet tall, while Azorn was nearing 7. That lower height gave the hulking dragon a huge advantage that Arad wasn't going to allow.
Arad landed on his feet, barely coming to a halt as he started shrinking. When he came to a full stop, he was the same height as Azorn.
Arad shook his arm, and it healed.
"That was a decent hit, heavy, not many can output that much force." He smiled. Azorn's punches were heavier than Gamond's.
Azorn had already surpassed his twilight, and he didn't just have the power of one element. He was a red dragon, but due to his birth in the nine hells and the thousands of years he spent training there under Maharaja, he managed to grow significantly stronger.
