Chrome and Claws
With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling.
His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.”
Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!”
And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again.
Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.