Chapter 20: War Part 11- Wyrmlings!
"This wyrmling is no match for me!" Gindu roared across the battlefield, his voice booming like thunder as he clashed against a smaller Dragonkin.
Around him lay a chaotic sprawl of bodies—Beastkin, Dragonkin, ogres, and even giants.
Blood soaked the dirt, its coppery stench mixing with the charred scent of magic and the metallic tang of steel. The ground squelched beneath his feet with each step, half-dried blood making the surface tacky.
Amid the chaos, Gindu steadily pressed toward the front lines where the giants fought, eager to surround himself with worthy opponents.
His azure scales gleamed like polished sapphires in the fractured light, razor-sharp and honed to a deadly edge. The scales clinked softly against each other as he moved, a sound barely audible in the din of battle.
Gindu readied himself to finish the skirmish. His current opponent was fast—frustratingly so—but lacked the strength to pose a real threat. Dodging Gindu's attacks with ease, the yellow-scaled Dragonkin moved like a flicker of wind, but each failed strike only deepened Gindu's annoyance.
Being toyed with by someone too weak to wound him was an insult.
The Dragonkin leapt back, sword raised for a counterstrike—but then his foot slipped.
"A wyrmling who can't even stay on his feet? Must be trembling in fear of my power!" Gindu jeered, laughing heartily, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.
Unbeknownst to him, the stumble wasn't fear—Llarm's wind had caught the Dragonkin off guard. But Gindu didn't care. He needed no reason beyond his ego.
He closed the distance instantly. With one clean motion, his sharpened blue scales slashed across the Dragonkin's neck, ending the fight in a crimson spray that spattered warm droplets across Gindu's face. The distinct metallic smell of fresh blood filled his nostrils.