Fortissax tried to burn Godwyn to death with his fiery breath, but true gold had nothing to fear from fire.
Godwyn shaped his golden magic into a shield, leaped into the raging flames, and blocked Fortissax's mouth.
Then an uppercut struck Fortissax's jaw, forcing his mouth shut and sending the flames back down into his belly.
Smoke poured from all seven of Fortissax's facial orifices.
Fortissax grabbed Godwyn with his right claw and slammed him into the ground.
The earth shook, and the impact left a crater in the ground. Drifting dust obscured their vision.
Suddenly, golden light flared, dispersing the dust. Fortissax felt his grip loosen, followed by pain in his belly.
Fortissax's body arched. Godwyn had slipped underneath him.
Godwyn started in a crouch, his back bent as he punched upward with enough force to lift Fortissax's draconic body.
One punch, two punches, three punches...
None of the punches were particularly fast, but each carried tremendous force, gradually pounding Fortissax into the air as Godwyn slowly straightened up. Scales shattered into gravel and scattered down.
The final punch sent Fortissax flying. Even an Ancient Dragon capable of flight struggled to control his body, crashing into Abundance Forest and snapping countless trees.
The man and the dragon fought from day into night. What finally stopped them was exhaustion.
Dragons and humans alike withdrew their troops. Fortissax led the dragons to settle outside Leyndell, while Godwyn retreated into the city.
Neither side suffered heavy losses in this clash. As the defenders, Godwyn's side suffered little damage beyond the considerable destruction Gransax had caused at the beginning.
The dragons relied on their thick, heavy scales to withstand arrows and crossbow bolts. Their wings were relatively fragile, however, and some had their wings shredded, leaving them unable to fly.
With Godwyn keeping