Breathe Like A Dragon

"What are you looking at?" The generic tough guy act did nothing to impress Clark.

"I was looking at you. I heard you have a bone fist ape that can fight pretty well. I want to spar." Talking his way in to a battle seems too boring. Just flat out asking was direct and got the job done.

"Really? You heard that I have a rare beast that can crush weaklings and you delivered yourself as a punching bag? No. scram kid." The tough guy act continued while Clark rolled his eyes.

"Crim, come out." Crim stepped from the taming space drawing instant attention. The way Crim's body was held showed a flaunting attitude. His raised head screamed that he thought he was the best beast around. However, Clark could feel the incredible aggression and pride Crim had.

This was what a dragon felt. What a dragon had flowing in their bodies at all times. Crom knew he had the strength to face an opponent that Calrk chose for him. He knew that he had a chance to grow right now. He knew he could win.