On a mountain that was composed of black stones, Dragon Eight calmly looked down upon his opponent Han Sen. He began slowly flapping his wings. Each flap was stronger than the last.
He was different from Dragon Nine and the others. Dragon Eight was not fond of the traditional Dragon spears that the others favored. He vastly preferred using his own body as a weapon. He was confident in his own abilities as his greatest asset.
Dragon Eight's body tore through the fabric of space and appeared directly in front of Han Sen. His fist was like a rocket of steel, primed to strike Han Sen's head.
Before the fist landed, though, his gold draconic presence was ruptured with lightning.
Han Sen did not dodge. Instead, he raised his fist up to meet his opponent's strike.
Pang!