The difference in size between the two determined that their strength was not on the same level. Wayne could pierce the Giant Dragon's scales with precise strikes, but when facing a bulldozer that was blatant and unreasonable, he could only sigh in resignation.
The next second, his hands fractured. He was pressed against the ground by the dragon's snout, scraping and pushing forward as it rubbed against his chest.
Good news: this White Dragon was Veronica, who for the first time initiated a kiss with Wayne.
Bad news: Her enthusiasm was too much, and Wayne's Elf Form couldn't withstand it.
Boom!
Four thick vines shot up from the ground, their surging vitality casting a shimmering green light. The vines wrapped around the dragon's neck, tightened below, and then swelled with life force, transforming into sturdy little arms.
The hand of nature broke through the soil, restraining the White Dragon which whined plaintively.