"Crash!"
The atmosphere quivered as the dragon's tail, armored with vicious thorns, arced through the air in a lethal half-moon sweep, casting a sinuous shadow of dark green. This assault was executed with a terrifying velocity and precision.
Ryan darted ahead in a desperate bid for safety, narrowly evading the vicious arc. The wind, sharpened by the dragon's tail, whistled perilously close above him, carrying a foul, indescribable stench.
"Hiss..."
Trailing behind the tail's thorny sweep was a sinister mist of purple-black, undeniable evidence of deadly venom. The realization dawned on Ryan, his face etching into a grimace of concern.