Battle
Ragash felt completely overwhelmed. It wasn't just the heat, it truly felt like a mighty dragon was bearing down on him.
It was the sheer size, the weight, the rage.
It overwhelmed his senses and sought to crush him. His fragile mind, which had only just recovered, felt like it was being peeled away, layer by layer, step by step.
He barely managed to remember to defend himself, crossing his arms before his chest. He hoped to be sent flying, but the breath, under Ryu's control, became akin to a convection oven, wrapping around him and billowing with steam and heat that charred him completely through.
By the time the flame faded, he stood there like a statue, his arms still crossed and his knees slightly bent. He was entirely black from head to toe and the slightest movement caused him to crack all over.
Blood began to pool out of the cracks, causing his body to tremble more and resulting in more cracks that leaked with more blood.