Yssil growled, partly in pain, partly in frustration. That he would be easily bested had been obvious but to simply give up now would not do. The younger dracon grit his teeth through the pain, gripped his sword more tightly and launched another offensive – this time with more force behind his swings. He was vaguely aware that he was starting to lose his cool and with a surge of will, Yssil tried to work in some evasive maneuvers, intending to put some distance between himself and Adykon and regain a more critical perspective.