The tiger lunged backward with blistering speed, narrowly avoiding the jagged earth spike surging toward it. As it landed, it raised a massive paw and slammed it into the ground. Its claws tore into the soil, unleashing a thunderous shockwave that shattered the spike into rubble.
With a snarl, the tiger turned its sharp gaze on the lizard—Lizarius.
But before it could make another move, a glowing blue fireball streaked toward it. The tiger barely had time to react before the fireball struck its face, detonating in a burst of flame. Smoke curled from its scorched fur as it staggered backward, its mane smoldering, ears twitching.
Suddenly, a flash of blue light flickered beside the tiger.
Lizarius appeared in a storm of crackling energy, lightning spiraling around his glowing horns. His yellow eyes burned with fury as he drove his electrified horns deep into the tiger's side.
A massive bolt of lightning surged through the tiger's body.
It roared—loud, primal, and agonized—the sound echoing through the forest like thunder. The bolt intensified, wrapping the two beasts in blinding light. After several seconds, the crackling energy finally subsided.
Lizarius yanked his horns free, sparks dancing across his scales. The tiger coughed up blood, growling weakly as it bled from the smoking wound. Its fur was charred, and its breath came in ragged gasps.
Flapping his wings, Lizarius soared into the sky, hovering high above. With a sharp beat of his wings, he unleashed a barrage of wind blades. The tiger, still stunned from the lightning, couldn't move. The blades struck with brutal precision, erupting in small explosions that carved deep gashes across its body.
When the smoke cleared, the tiger still stood—barely.
Its body was shredded and bleeding, but its burning eyes were locked on Lizarius Slowly, began to fade from sight, turning invisible.
Tiger eyes narrowed it growl scanning the battlefield,
Then—a wet cough.
Lizarius's flickered back into view, his tail piercing clean through its throat from behind.
But even in its dying moments, the tiger lashed out with one final swipe of its clawed paw.
Lizarius swung its wings forward as the paw struck, the force of the blow, sending him flying backward.
He unfurled his wings mid-flight, digging his claws into the earth to stop himself. Dirt scattered, and he skidded to a halt.
Lizarius raised his head, eyes locked on the tiger.
The beast stood frozen, blood gushing from its neck. It looked back at him, unblinking… then collapsed.
Still. Silent.
Lizarius breathed heavily, It's still able to attack? Lizarius thought his wings slowly folds but his still ready for another strike—just in case.