The troll's dark blood began to seep into the dirt, causing it to boil like rotten soup from the powerful acidic texture.
Its body was torn to shreds as the wounds no longer regenerated from the fierce flames from Efrita, which still bellowed from her long, pointed snout.
'Efrita'
Vincent called out to the flaming dragon, her body blazing when his words sounded inside her mind, delight and joy visible as the crimson flames crackled from her nostrils.
'End him.'
His body stepped forward and leapt from the troll's back, the wind blowing his hair back, making him look extremely handsome like a god of beauty descended to earth, landing with a graceful step, shuffling along as the black spear vanished from the troll's back, fading into mist before appearing in his hands like magic.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!