The young dragon knew that the odds were against him if the two of them fought on the ground; true, he was more maneuverable, faster, but if that behemoth caught him, it would be over. He could hear the Old One bellowing after him, taunting, insulting him in different tongues. But he ignored them, even the one that roughly translated to, "Your father was a peasant's jackass."

But soon he'd disappeared in the clouds above the mountain. And as his opponent entered the cloudbank, he knew that it would be over soon.

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The Old One, blinded bh anger, failed to see the younger dragon's strategy in time. The attack came from the left, where he was blind. Razor-sharp talons raked across his underside-- the weakest part of a dragon's body, other than the eye. But before his jaws could snap shut on the orange dragon, his smaller foe was gone in the clouds.