Standing only a few feet away from the dragon, Dorian proceeded.
"First, we make a pact," he raised a finger.
"Since you are far stronger than I am, in order to make it fair, if I am able to land three hits on you, I win, and you will do whatever I say. But if you are able to beat me, then you win and rule over the earth."
Lili leaned in from behind him, then whispered, "Master, what are you doing? There is no way this dragon would accept something like this. I say we kill it now."
Dorian ignored her. "No one else will get involved. Just you and I."
The dragon suddenly took a single foot out of the broken shell, the first movement it had made since it hatched.
"Three hits? I find it repulsive that a human would think such a thing is possible. But let's say for a second I refuse to play your game. Then what? Will you run from me? Or will you surrender in fear when faced against a mighty dragon such as myself?"
