The Exiled Dragon
Creed, still disoriented, shook his head at the white smoke that filled his burning nostrils.
Apollo and Adam had fully shifted, their claws ripping at each other’s throats. Nicholas joined in on the fight once Amora was pushed to the side of the clearing. Adam, still having consumed black magic just this morning, could withstand it on his own. He rolled on the ground like a crocodile ripping his prey in two, taking along Apollo, his feathers falling off his body.