The Fire Wrymling stepped forward, its tail lashing like an angry whip. Sparks showered from its spine as it tilted its head at the Draconic Rat Boss monster, a silent declaration that it had already decided how this was going to end.
Seemed the wrymling knew what it was to do coming here. It already knew its aim was to defeat the Boss Monster.
The Boss monster didn't flinch, perhaps it was amazed with what it was seeing. Its molten eyes narrowed, its shoulders lowering in preparation to strike. It let out a hiss, a sharp, drawn-out venom mist spraying into the air. The vapor curled toward the wrymling like it was testing the small dragon's defenses.
The wrymling didn't step back.
Instead—
CRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!
The roar was nothing like its size suggested. It was raw, primal, and ferocious. A sound that made the stone walls shiver and the air feel thick, pressured with heat.
