A crude arena.
Fervent cheers rang out.
A dragon clad in gray-black armor stood at its center, looking down arrogantly at everything around him.
Five humans in different outfits continually attacked the dragon with greatswords, bows, hammers, and other weapons.
Yet the dragon showed no intention of fighting back.
He let the attacks land on him.
The warriors' repeated slashes broke through his armor and split his scales.
Dragon blood slowly flowed from his body.
Only when it had stained his entire body did the dragon let out a furious roar.
Wisps of bloody aura spread over him, making his already enormous body visibly swell another size.
He raised his forelimbs high and slammed them into the ground!
Rumble!
Violent power shook the earth.
The ground trembled for a hundred meters around.
The warriors surrounding him changed expressions, abandoning their attacks to defend themselves instead.
But it did little good.
The dragon's counterattack came far faster and fiercer than expected.
He began charging about, his claws striking repeatedly and his tail sweeping, every movement packed with savage strength.
Each blow made the ground tremble slightly, opening fine cracks across it.
Even those who barely dodged were battered in the face by powerful gusts that made it difficult to keep their eyes open.
The situation on the battlefield reversed in an instant.
The humans leaped and scrambled like fleas fleeing a natural predator.
Even so, someone slipped up and took a heavy hit, blood spraying from his mouth and nose as he flew dozens of meters backward like a rag doll.
At such moments.
A cleric who had generally been standing ready would urgently cast a Healing Spell on the unlucky man who had been sent flying, before he was carried off the battlefield.
To many discerning spectators, this hardly counted