"Damn it, he's one annoying dragon, and I've been getting rusty after all of those years." Dendron was slowly getting faster, stronger, and better at handling Arad's harrowing barrage of deadly attacks. Getting stuck in the blender, that is, anything within fifty meters of him, wasn't so bad now.
And then, Dendron lifted her army, engulfing her tiny wrist in a brown wooden armor, deflecting Arad's blackhole swords with a deafening shockwave.
In the same move, she slipped between his other arms and slashed at his chest, opening a massive wound. "I'm getting used to you. The World Tree has the power to spread across all of the worlds and dimensions. Did you really think that black void of yours could harm it?"
Arad took a step back, healing while sending a rain of [Ho-white Nova]s at Dendron's head.
