Guard Master Zedim stood in front of the giant dragon, and started summoning the greatest, offensive ability to his disposal; White Fmes!

  White Fmes wasn't only a formal name of a greater ability, it was a very literal description. Fire was its hottest when it was white, this was a well known fact, purely because any mage who could shoot fireballs, wished that they could summon white fire some day as well! It was the supreme amongst supremes, and almost no creature could withstand it, especially si wasn't a mere fireball, but rather a coating of fire instead.

  Zedim didn't want to use this ability unless it was his st choice, and sidering the couple of ter attacks that Iron Cw the Wicked unched against his ptoon, this might as well be his st choice. If the dragon attacked again, the battle would be lost, regardless of how they had the upper hand right now.

  To summon this ability, he had to sit down. He could be stepped on by the dragon if he sat down, sure, that could happen, especially since he had ran closer to the dragon just moments ago, but it was a risk that he had to take. Close proximity to oarget made the White Fmes all the more effective!

  Zedim sat down into a meditative position, and closed his eyes, because the amount of mana that he had to pour on this ability wasn't only great, it was unreasonable. He had to focus in order to el great amounts of mana towards his palms!

  It was unknown how deep his mana pool was, because he refused to tell ahat wasn't up to par, but in this case, everyone could guess how much mana he was about to spend ohey saw him sit down. Being well aware of the taboo topics regarding the Guard Master, not a single soul thought that he sat down because he was hurt, or that he gave up, no, everyone khat he was about to attack with a freater than ever!

  Anyway, he summohe ability on his palms, he successfully mao el it into a gaseous form. These several, tiny bits of fire danced on his palms like little kids, and once he opened his eyes afterwards, that was when the magic happened!

  A coat of white fmes suddenly coated a quarter of Iron Cw's body. The fmes looked like a huge ohey were together, and the fmes dug themselves between the very thin lines of exposed flesh that were located around each, and every draic scale! This was no fireball, it was the greatest, and hottest of fire that a mage could summon, this was the peak of heat!

  The dragon roared in response, but Zedim showed no mercy. A sed ter, he moved the of fire, and shaved the damaged scales off of the dragoirely! As a result, a quarter of its body was now exposed to everything, even something as simple as a mosquito bite, heless a fireball!

  Iron cw's underbelly, and part of his left leg, looked a lot like that of a shaved cat's now. It was disgusting, but the graphic sery didn't stop there, as blood started raining off of his raw, dark skin afterwards!

  Iron Cw the wicked wasn't strong enough to roar anymore, he was close to beied. The dragon had been on his hind legs up until now, he had been up on his feet, and was a stunniy meters tall while he stood that way. No matter how terrifying it was to look at a seventy meter tall dragon, his seemingly immortal durability was nearing an end. He was forced to walk on his fours now, and he didn't seem as terrifying in parison!

  It was time to accept defeat, and Iron ew that, as he was smart. Dragons may be brutal, oftentimes, but they were smarter than the average human by a long mile, so as he realized that defeat was close, Iron Cw decided to pull out his own ace ability as a st attempt to defend himself. The only other alternative to this was death, and he didn't want to die!

  Most of the ptoon had recovered, what remained of them at least, so he expected another wave of fire from the ptoon, he had to make a move. Between the r fire that was unleashed against him, he gathered his strength to roar once more, but this time, he wasn’t about to shoot a wave of fire out of his mouth, no.

  Iron Cw roared, and a sort of a sonic wave shot out of this mouth in exge. This wave didn't knoyone off of their feet, but it dissipated the waves of fire that were unched against him.

  Ohe fire disappeared, they could see hundreds of these multi-colored, gaxy-like bubbles heading towards a great portion of the ptoon. The bubbles were not made of fire, they weren't directly harmful, but they weren't worthless either, as they pert of the ptoon disappeared out of thin air right after the tless bubbles hit them! Even the illusionists weren't so lucky!

  The dragon thehe bunch of stones in front of him, aens of rocks and boulders flying towards the ptoo his tough cws into use. This wave of sharp, and heavy rocks, ended up killing over fifty men and women! Most of these victims were crushed to death, while the rest were either in shock, or were about to bleed to death.

  With damage like this done in just mere seds, the survivors couldn't imagine how quickly Iron Cw would've killed them, if they hadn’t caught him by surprise ever sihe start of the battle. The advahey built in the beginning was what kept them alive for a while. However, with nearly a hundred warriors now dead, and over two-hundred simply missing, they couldn't say that the ptoon got the best off of this exge. They were about to lose!

  Zedim survived these couple of ret attacks, the dragon missed the only man who could kill him, he was their st ce to end this battle ond food. Zedim was ed for his men, but he didn’t look back for the sake of maintaining the white fire that he had summoned! He khat something was wrong, as the battle roars lessened along with the fireballs, but this roblem for ter on. He wao finish the job now!

  The fifteen-thousand points of mana that he on each palm, through every sed, was an effective expense as much as it was a mad o was effective, because after shaving the dragon's scales away, he could deliver the final blow now!

  Although he couldn’t see the dragon's underbelly anymore, he still attacked it. The of White Fmes dug into Iron Cw's exposed skin, aowards his inner ans. Finally, after such a tremendous struggle, Iron Cw fell to the ground, as his guts had spilled out.

  A dragon's final breaths were sometimes depressing, but in this case, they were putting down a monster, so they were relieved, although the loss of so many troops was as depressing as things were going to get.

  Zedim dispelled the White Fmes ability, and approached the dying dragon. He walked over to the dragon’s meter wide eye, and stared him down, fearlessly.

  “You don't deserve any mercy, you evil bastard, but my willpower is strohan yours.” He said.

  It was brutal to let a dragon die like this, sloainfully, so Zedim summohe fattest ser beam he could muster, and pierced Iron Cw through the eye with it. The beam went all the to the dragon's brain, and granted him a quick death iurn! The battle was now officially over.

  Timothy would've loved to sneak in the final, killing blow here, in order to wihousands of system points, but he couldn’t do that. Much like most of the ptoon, he and his friends have disappeared!