The dragon's roar split the air, a sound so raw and primal it seemed to shake the very bones of the arena. Its molten eyes fixed on you, blazing with a hatred that radiated heat in waves. The moment hung in a tense stillness, the crowd collectively holding its breath as if sensing the storm about to break. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the beast charged.
It moved with terrifying speed, its massive claws tearing into the blood-stained sand, each step sending tremors rippling through the ground. The air grew thick with the acrid tang of sulfur as its jaws parted, revealing rows of dagger-like teeth glistening with fire and fury.
Azgor's laughter bubbled up in your mind, sharp and eager. "There we go! No hesitation, no pretense. He's trying to end this before you can react. How quaint."