《Reborn as a DRAGON》Chapter 3: The first battle
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My little brother, or Blacky as I liked to call him, seemed to be shorter than me by a little. As he approached me with his teeth bared in hostility, a growl unconsciously escaped my
throat.
It was a natural response which I had no control over. I could clearly sense the animosity
from his gaze, yet somehow, I was also able to sense something else. Fear?
So my little brother was afraid of me? A strange feeling of pride took over me. I did not know why, but seeing the hesitant look on Blacky’s face as he contemplated on whether he should pounce on me or not made me feel excited.
My blood began to boil as an unfamiliar thirst for battle took over me and threatened to cloud my vision while I struggled to retain control over my emotions.
Blacky seemed to have reached a final verdict as he lunged at my neck with his jaw wide open. The feeling of danger caused my body to stiffen as I unconsciously retreated a few steps back, successfully avoiding his attack.
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but somehow I could sense the smugness oozing from Blacky as he seemed to be proud of himself since he made me retreat.
Another unfamiliar wave of emotions engulfed me as I glared at my younger sibling. His previous attack was made with the intention to kill, he had lunged himself towards my neck, which had forced me to retreat in panic.
For some reason, the fact that Blacky, my younger sibling, had pressed me into retreating caused my blood to boil with anger. It was a wave of primal anger that sprung from deep within my body.
I did not quite understand how I was feeling, yet at the moment I didn't care. Blacky had to pay. He had to learn his place as the youngest, and I was going to teach him!
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A somewhat immature roar escaped my lips, although not as impressive as what I imagined a full-grown Dragon would be capable of, it was still enough to force Blacky back a few steps, his scent that of fear as he lowered his head. His gaze, however, remained full of defiance.
Taking one step forward, I dashed towards him, causing his snake-like golden eyes to open wide in panic. Although my blood was boiling with excitement, I still forced myself to remain calm.
I didn't attack with my teeth, but rather used my sharp claws. Blacky barely managed to raise his left paw to block my attack before he was sent flying backwards with a mighty swing.
Not giving him any time to regain his composure, I instantly followed after him with another attack from my left claw. This time however, Blacky managed to use his shorter body to evade my attack as he tried to launch one of his own at my side.
By this time, I had already immersed myself completely in the fight, I was moving purely on instinct. As I sensed Blacky's attack, I hastily turned around and countered with my tail, which was spiky at the tip.
His face instantly collided with my tail causing a few of his scales to dent and crack as he was sent flying backwards once more, this time he remained on the ground.
It seemed that the previous attack on his head caused him to be stunned, and I could see that his right eye was bleeding. My tail attack had apparently rendered him blind in that eye.
I didn't come out of our clash unscathed either, some of the scales on my tail were broken as blood dripped down from between them and fell on the cave floor.
I forcefully calmed my raging emotions before I could end up doing something I would regret later. My entire body was screaming at me to 'kill' as I glared at the now dazed Blacky, yet I struggled against it.
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I still had no idea where my mother or father was, and while no sibling affection was stopping me from just killing Blacky, I still had my concerns over how my parents would react, even though I had never met them.
Perhaps only the strongest child would survive? That could be so, but I was still unsure about the entire Dragon family situation, so I decided to play it safe.
While I was lost in thought, I neglected the fact that there were other eggs present. A strong force suddenly impacted my side, knocking the wind out of my lungs as I was sent tumbling over the ground.
I raised my head to glare at my assailant, a newborn golden dragon with a short but robust body and a large pair of horns that sprung from his forehead. His wings appeared to be even smaller than Blacky's, yet his body seemed to be stronger.
'Tsk, great. Another disrespectful little brother,' I growled to myself before swiflty jumping back to my feet.
"Roar!" I tried my best to intimidate my newly born sibling with a mighty roar, yet to my disappointment, Golden boy was unfazed. Unlike Blacky, his fighting spirit seemed to grow stronger at my roar, causing him to unleash a cry of his own.
"Roar!" Though it came off a bit lacking compared to mine.
Soon, the robust golden dragon was rushing towards me with unprecedented speed, his pair of large horns pointed straight at me as he ran with his head lowered.
Since Golden boy was rushing towards me in a straight line, I simply sidestepped out of the way of his charge and used my tail to throw him off balance, causing him to tumble ungracefully into the ground nose-first.
"A muscle brain, eh?" I shook my head in disappointment.
Golden boy did not seem to mind that his attack had missed, as he hurriedly rushed back on his feet and charged at me once again using the exact same tactic as before.
Staring at the golden tank of pure muscles rushing towards me, I calmly waited till the last second to dodge his charge, before sending a paw attack straight to the back of his head, while also using my tail again to throw him off balance.
Golden boy was once again sent to kiss the floor. This time however, he failed to remain conscious as he laid unmoving on the hard cave ground.
It seems my instincts had not failed me, a feeling of relief washing over me as I glanced at my collapsed younger sibling with pride. The back of our neck seemed to be one of our weak points, so I'd do my best to protect it carefully.
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