"Bang!"
Muria's body slightly shifted to the side, and the sword aimed at his chest missed by a hair's breadth, scraping past the scales on the side of his abdomen and sparking bits of golden-red sparks. Then, Muria extended his front claw and gently poked.
Bang!
The burly dragon hunter, in no way a match in size for the young dragon, had no resistance and was immediately knocked back, creating a sound explosion ring and crashing onto a sharp boulder.
Small stones scattered chaotically, and the young dragon hunter was half-buried in the huge rock, his body wracked with intense, burning pain, and his mouth and nose filled with a strong metallic blood odor.
"Victor, are you okay?" came a concerned voice from inside the sealed helmet.
"Cough, I'm fine, I won't die, but I don't think I can fight alongside you guys anymore," said the young dragon hunter, feeling utterly unable to stand, "Be careful, don't let this dragon hit you; it's really tricky."