It only took a second for Bane to notice that the fire wasn't burning him. Letting out a sigh, Bane looked down at his hands, then arms, and then the rest of his body. While his skin had not been burned, his clothing was nothing more than scorch marks across his bare skin.
"Damn everything today! I was trying to have a nice day after being gone for so long, but no! I have to fight a big dumb, unreasonable talking lizard with wings!" Bane fumed, stomping around his bare feet on the charred, and still burning ground.
Bane stood amidst the scorched earth, his frustration mounting as he glared up at the colossal dragon. Aetheryx's fiery breath had turned the clearing into a charred wasteland, yet Bane remained unharmed. He knew he couldn't afford to dwell on his irritation. This was a battle of survival.
Aetheryx towered over Bane, its eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement. "You survived my flames. Impressive. But your anger will not save you, mortal."