The beam pushed against his horns. Trying to penetrate through sheer persistence. Trying to overwhelm through its sustained pressure.
Victor's horns held against the assault. Dispersing the energy to all sides and channeling the excess into the ground. If it was any normal place the power would have created a network of cracks in stone from the released power.
It was a battle of pure force that transcended technique. Will against will in an impromptu contest. Power against power with no room for tricks.
And Victor Dravenholm would not surrender to a coward attacking from safety.
He was a powerful Winged Qilin through complete fusion. A Yellow Dragon in truth rather than just title. Son of Dragarion who had reached heights that almost nobody in the kingdom could match.
He wouldn't yield easily before pushing back the force of the enemy, one too cowardly to face him directly.
