The vines froze and shattered into splinters of ice and pale mist. His clothes were riddled with holes, but none of the needles managed to punch through his scales. Even if they were created by magic, those needles were nothing better than mundane ones.
The fighter smiled, staring at Gojo's face. She could see them, two cat-like eyes glaring back at her. They were blue in color, but held a purple spark in the center, burning like a flame.
"I see, a dragon kind." She took a step forward, dropping her sword. The blade was expensive, so she didn't want to damage it. Those with a draconic bloodline were known to have skin as hard as stone; slashing and piercing attacks would rarely work against them.
She punched her fists together, making her gauntlets clank. The only option against hard scales is bludgeoning damage.
Gojo noticed her wanting a fist fight, so he approached with a grin on his face.
