Countless times pulling the bowstring, his strong arms now felt weak; he stood there, frozen, motionless.
He saw the massive wings flapping in mid-air, Claudiu staring at this archery-skilled hero as if he were a lion gazing at a powerless lamb.
"Tyrant…"
Medes spoke, his voice trembling.
As soon as his words fell, Claudiu had already soared to Medes's face, his hands, armed with dragon claws, about to tear the hero in front of him to shreds.
"Claudiu!"
A thunderous roar erupted on the battlefield, a javelin aimed at Claudiu, coming from afar with an unstoppable force, the sound of the air bursting in its path.
Claudiu fiercely raised his hand, blocking the incoming javelin with his sharp dragon claws, excitement flashing in his fierce eyes.
In front of him was Baird, hailed as a hero among heroes.
