"Stop! Do you realize what you're doing!?"
David, a dragon of few words, didn't waste time on talk; he immediately swung his claw.
"AH! My eyes!" The Gold Dragon, its face struck, took a deep breath, instinctively about to release the "Weakening Dragon Breath" from its throat.
"Hah... PTUI!" Instead, it was met with a blast of "Frost Breath" that Attilicia had well-prepared, shot right into its throat.
The Gold Dragon instantly froze, its heart, liver, and lungs trembling in unison. Its front legs desperately propped it up in the passage, forepaws clutching its throat as it rolled its eyes in agony. It seemed it had never imagined that Attilicia and his son David, despite their origins in the noble Swietlanden family, would stoop to using such dirty tricks—tactics even less scrupulous than those of the Chromatic Dragons.
"Go!" With that, David and Attilicia immediately charged into the Teleportation Gate, one after the other.
