[h2]Beyza.[/h2]
A huff of smoke expelled from his barely visible nostrils, a crimson hue emanating from his chest. This dragon must have been corrupted or something, to believe that he could travel into his territory and command him to leave was direct challenge to himself. He flapped his wings harsh, throwing the currents towards the challenger.

"You're in my land," he told him, a growl echoing in his throat. "You have but one more chance before I send you to Rylarth."