A powerful claw strikes down as the other dragon charges him and bites his wing, only for it to dodge out of the way. The sight of her spitting his scales out prompts more smoke to pour out his maw. A deep growl echoes through his throat as he replies. [color=6ecff6]"This is my land and it has been for quite some time."[/color] The other dragon reminds him a lot of the snakes he used to eat back when he was just a hatchling. Before his scales were strong and he was experienced with fighting, he had to rely on the weaknesses of the animals around him. He has never been able to speak to a serpent, but he assumes that they all suffer from the same overconfidence. Just because you think you can lash out doesn't mean you should. Genrit's eyes harden as his bitten wing twitches a little, both of them folding in as to not get in the way. [color=6ecff6]"Find another lake far away from here before I contaminate this one with your corpse, worm."[/color]

His head tilts slightly as he glares at her, expecting another attack. It's a reflex game. Catch the head, clamp the mouth shut, twist it, step on the body, bite. In this case the body being the neck. He knows that he will most likely take some scratches with what he has planned, but it's nothing compared to having one's head mauled off. Genrit also needs to make a few sacrifices here and there if he's to get back on his feet. He doesn't notice, but some saliva drips out among the smoke. He may have become a bit too invested in the memories of one of his old food sources.