Rudra's body swayed, broken and barely held together by sheer defiance. His legs trembled beneath him like glass towers in a storm, and his breath rasped in ragged bursts.
Cracked ribs, seared skin, blood dripping from his mouth—but still, he stood.
Still, he glared.
"H-have t-to keep m-moving" Rudra muttered as he got ready to fight against Garrick once again.
Garrick frowned as he watched Rudra get back up.
'It's starting to get annoying, stay down dragon brat' He thought in irritation.
He continued to stare at the barely conscious dragonling before heaving an exasperated sigh.
"Prince, while there's nothing I'd rather do than sit here and watch you break yourself in an attempt to kill me–"
His eyes narrowed as he continued, "I have a million better things to do"
Rudra gritted his teeth, knowing that Garrick was right.
He didn't want to admit it to himself–
But he knew that he couldn't win this fight.
