Alcott frowned, "He is keeping up with Arad." He couldn't believe his eyes. Azorn was capable of not just enduring Arad's assault but even fighting back with equal relentless savagery.
"Of course he would." Tiamat said with a proud smile, and Alcott looked back at her. "Because he is your son?"
She shook her head, "No, I'm mostly useless. Maharaja raised him; she is the one who taught him how to fight."
"Not many can keep up with Arad. I've seen gods fall to him like deer to a lion." Alcott said, and Tiamat burst laughing.
"So! Dragon Slayer. Can you take on Azorn then? Am I not far above that?" She looked at him with a smug face, and Alcott laughed as well, "Didn't anyone tell you that you're a bit naive?"
She stopped laughing and frowned, "In fact, I was told many times that I'm a bit dense sometimes."
