Dragon Blood

Abel was standing next to Flying Flame's nest on the battle fort platform, and he was negotiating a deal with Flying Flame.

It was a deal, indeed. Abel was Flying Flame's master, but the main ingredient for the dragon's blood wall-breaking potion was the blood of a dragon. Flying Flame was much wiser now. After drinking multiple bottles of the soul potion, it knew better than to have its blood taken away for nothing.

Of course, Abel could just command Flying Flame to do his bidding. He could do that, but he didn't like the idea of forcing his summoned creatures into doing something that they didn't like. Asking for blood shouldn't be commanded form.

Abel raised one finger, "I'll give you one soul, potion."

Flying Flame rolled its eyes at that offer. It really liked the soul potion, but one bottle wasn't going to do much at all now. 

"Fine. How about two?"