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Julian winced as his orb of light flared, watching the dragon actually recoil this time. [color=gold]“Finally,”[/color] he muttered, [color=gold]“a reaction. Took long enough.”[/color]

Then came the voice. [color=#009BFF]“Spotlight,”[/color] Intel called, not even looking at him. [color=#009BFF]“If it turns toward you, maintain lateral movement. Do not hold position. If it does not, disengage. You are not the priority target.”[/color]

Julian blinked. [color=gold]“Not the priority… Excuse me?”[/color] he hissed under his breath. [color=gold]“Have you seen me? I’m always the star!”[/color]

Still, he obeyed, slipping sideways with a practiced spin and conjuring another flare, this one lower intensity, meant to keep the dragon’s focus bouncing just long enough for someone else to do something smart. Like literally anyone else.

Then the rest of the scene hit him. Blackstar down but moving, Wireframe unraveling and reforming like living steel origami, the dragon erupting into fire, and… wait. Paint? This… wasn’t a real dragon… Were they basically fighting a theme park animatronic?

His gaze snapped to the man in the beret, still filming and smiling. “Okay, no. That guy is way too calm for a dragon attack.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. [color=gold]“Oh, absolutely not,”[/color] Julian muttered, stepping forward with a new flare forming in his hand. [color=gold]“You do not get to outshine me! Who even are you? The director of this disaster?”[/color]

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the flare high. It burst midair like a spotlight, casting a dramatic glow across the field, and centering right on the man in the beret. Julian smirked. [color=gold]“Smile for the camera, mystery man. You’ve just been spotlit!”[/color]