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Shiro felt it, as the amphibian gathered his magic. The magic was strange to him, like the Norse magic used by their druids. But it was magic nonetheless, and he was already dodging sideways before a bolt of shadowy lightning stuck the spot he had just occupied. It was not the kind of attack that might harm him, but it was best to retain trump cards for the last. These people were obviously fools, for they wandered into the gardens unprepared. As such, they would probably not know of his immortality, and attempt to target his vitals. Such would be the path to his victory.

He drew back his blade, swinging at the dragon's scaly paw. He dodged and ducked, sparks flying from the point of impact. However, the dragon's scales were harder than steel. His blade did little more than dull it's edge, and he knew he would not be able to pierce the creature's scales. As such, he would need to find some other way to harm it. Jumping towards the dragon once more, Shiro aimed to climb it's legs, and to stab it's eyes out.