Genrit's eyes snap open as the water near him erupts in motion. His claws dig into the earth as he hefts himself up, turning his head to the source. Another dragon, already on its way towards him. A sense of indignation of his own rises up from his chest and up through his throat. His body shudders in rage as his massive wings also outstretch. His bladed maw opens wide as he roars in return, shaking the ground beneath them. Smoke smolders between his teeth as he challenges her. In the back of his mind he registers that with all that water and algae, his fire may not be the best weapon to use against her.

But he was given these jaws and talons for a reason. His body fully turns to confront her and he lets out yet another primal roar. He feels his hot blood pound through his body as his heart quickens. This is a feeling he's experienced time and time again. He's glad that he managed to get his bloodlust up just before this, blood already hardening as it stains his scales. He completely outsizes the other dragon, but he's weakened and size alone doesn't help a dragon against another, more aggressive dragon. But he holds his ground, claws ready to lash out if the other dragon accepts his challenge. His body lowers, ready to pounce and tackle them down with his weight.