The Wildlands Flood Dragon turned stiff as a rock as it set its large eyeballs on the black dog that was obstructing him from the front of his nose. Before the colossal monster that was this dragon, the black dog seemed more like a housefly than anything. Even the dragon's eyes were bigger than him.
Roar!!
Livid, white air puffed out from its nostril and a cold radiance was emitted as it growled, showing its grotesque and sharp teeth. The Flood Dragon extended its scaly wings and started to thrash up, swirling up a myriad of gales. It brought forth a large amount of strength and started to push its body forward, having a strong will to crush the puny little puppy. However, regardless of how hard the Flood Dragon flapped its wings, it was still unable to move forward by even a fraction. Like a majestic mountain with its peak reaching way over the heavens, the hellhound did not budge.
"Noisy!"
