“The tribes decide a leader through battles. Whoever wins is the clan leader. We need not injure the clansman, only take down the leaders and we win.” Bailong said, still unseen.
Sevir clutched his hand tighter as the foray of spiders got closer. Once the first line of horde entered their encirclement of masking, big and small, paused and stumbled. They were attracted to the rising heat, not having guessed they could light fires.
There were no fire bringers in the lands. Sevir and his brother were exception. In consequence, rarely anyone other than dragons had a big resistance to heat or fire. He was a big exception there. Now, he too, was turning into a dragon, with the highest resistance of all dragons.
“RuIng. Target the queen?” Bailong staggered at the end of his statement, wondering if RuIng would be offended at his authority? RuIng didn’t hesitate.
“You forgot he is RuIng, or you forgot he isn’t yours to command?” Qinglong teased, catching his lingering hesiation.