"That was not very interesting," Muria appeared grim next to the group of dragons which had come to watch the fight. He had slashed at the Demon Hunter ten times with his Startling God Battle Axe, and the Demon Hunter simply bore his attacks, not even attempting to retaliate.
Since the latter had no intention of engaging him in the fight, Muria's desire for combat wasn't fulfilled at all. He felt frustrated, but there was no other choice. He had fought with everyone he could possibly fight within Valiant tonight, and even sought out those he couldn't fight for forced challenges.
Muria looked at the red dragon who was still recovering from its injuries, "How long before you fully recover?"
"Perhaps in two or three days!"
"That's too long, can you fly now?" Muria stared at the red dragon's wings, which he had snapped earlier, but which now seemed to have healed.
"I can still fly," The Red Dragon, Otlis, flapped his mostly healed wings a couple of times.