The nobles, initially panicked and eager to leave, couldn't help but stop in their tracks.
Whether it was legendary warriors or the combat of a young Red Dragon, many had only witnessed such sights in bards' tales.
Upon suddenly hearing that the Red Dragon was an invitee of their king, they assumed some agreement had been reached, with this battle intended to catalyze it.
Yet, despite their mental preparation, the Luervaden spectators, already shaken by the sudden appearance of six Evil Dragons, erupted into excited shouts as the legendary Dragon Slayer charged.
In that instant, the legendary warrior displayed a speed seemingly unattainable by mortals. The edges of his leather breeches and the crimson tip of his spear appeared to leave a red afterimage on the onlookers' retinas.
In mere seconds, he crossed nearly half the great arena, heading straight for the Red Dragon's head, clearly not intending to dodge.
