"You catch on quickly," From the trees, a figure wearing a dark purple robe, shining blistering hue of gold lines approached Loterra calmly. "That's good. I guess you know why I'm here?"
Loterra grew quiet, its eyes staring at the robed figure. It took a step back, loudly flapping its wings. Dragons, compared to other races, were much more sensitive to powers.
Loterra felt power from the man that could threaten it. That was enough for it to be wary.
"Silent? Well, it's fine. Let's see..I'm gonna make this short," the figure muttered, his hand reaching out to his waist. "You broke an agreement. And an agreement with the King, at that. Because of that, the Council needed to act—now they sent me, The Combatant, to deal with you. Simple enough?"
"Silence, human. I have done no such thing, even then where is this K—"
Woosh—!