Saryx pulled back fast, then drove a knee toward Mingyue's stomach.
Mingyue tilted her hips, took it on the flat of her sword, and shoved it away.
Her feet slid back half a step, then she cut in again before he could reset.
Alex closed the gap instantly.
He slammed the warhammer forward like a battering ram.
Saryx twisted his torso and caught the shaft with his forearm, but the hammer's green aura bit into his scales and forced him to give ground.
Alex didn't follow up with a heavy swing.
He switched to fast, concussive hits overwhelm Saryx.
"See?" Alex said, voice sharp between breaths.
"This is all you dragons are capable of. Without the traitor, you would've lost the war."
Saryx countered with elbows and knees.
He smashed at Alex's ribs, his shoulder, his jaw, trying to break his stane and force him to retreat.
"Bullshit," Saryx spat. "What you said is nothing but excuses from losers."
