If he couldn't figure out a way to take this thing down and exploit its weaknesses, he would lose.
'No! Absolutely not! Losing to Serena in the past is one thing, but to SOREN!?—I would rather sandpaper my eyeballs and rinse them in lemon juice.'
Kain gritted his teeth.
They couldn't rely on brute strength anymore, like he did in the previous battles when he was the stronger side. Now he was the weaker side.
He'd need to use his brain.
He shifted slightly, narrowing his eyes at the fused dragon. Its body shimmered under the lights—bulging, twitching, imperfect. A stitched monster held together by sheer will.
Aegis, Vauleth, and the others were doing what they could, but they were stalling (barely)—not winning.
Kain focused on the green head.
The wind dragon's head.
It moved slower than the rest. Occasionally out of sync.
He turned to Bea.
"Anything?" He still had some faint hope that the split was still in that head preventing it from being in sync with the others.
