Greg crashed to the ground once more, the earth trembling beneath his massive draconic form. Trees splintered, debris scattered, and a deep crater formed where his body landed, his scales shimmering faintly beneath the dust.
"Oi, Greg," Kyle's voice echoed above the chaos, playful and mocking, "let's play a game of truth. You tell me your talent, and I'll tell you mine. That should make it easier, right?"
But this time, Greg was ready.
He opened his jaws, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat, and spewed a ferocious stream of dragon fire. The flames lit up the sky, their heat warping the air around them.
Kyle barely managed to evade the inferno, opening a swirling vortex at the last second, slipping through just as the fire roared past.
Greg took the chance to rise from the rubble, his massive wings lifting him off the ground. The effort strained his body, but his determination burned hotter than the flames he conjured.
