Arthur's voice was very strange... it still had its original accent, but there was a femineity embedded deep in it.
The dragon, who had been surveying the Secondary Ring with those terrible golden eyes, turned its attention downward. Its perfect, beautiful face showed no emotion as it regarded the demon below.
He deliberately swept his hand pulling the strands of golden hair that fell to his face. But there were still some thick strands that still came back.
The dragon shrugged. "You survived," he said, voice resonant and dispassionate. "How disappointing. I had hoped that blow would be fatal."
The demon-Arthur landed on a pile of rubble, wings of blood folding slightly... it was clear that he was unable to keep his body afloat any longer.
Up close, Ishiki could see the damage the dragon had inflicted—Arthur's chest bore a massive impact crater and his ribs were clearly broken. His flesh was bruised to the point of being nearly black.
