A ripple went through the stands.
A human will be fighting a dragonkin.
A race that has been seen as supremacy and now a human will be fighting against it.
Even if it wasn't a true dragon but it was still close enough, Rhyzar was emitting a pressure that distorted the air itself.
He was massive and broad shouldered, he and ember-red scales along his arms and jaw.
He stepped into the arena with slow and deliberate movements, each time he took a step the stone was cracking beneath him.
"So the human that even the dragon envoy keeps, whispering about," he rumbled, lightning was cracking when he spoke. "Seeing you in person, you don't look like much."
Adam just stepped forward with a calm expression, his arms were tucked in his pockets.
"That's funny," he replied. ",For a dragon you look weak."
A few of the demons snorted while several of the elves went stiff.
The dragon delegations were leaning forward, their interest was slightly piqued.
