A battle that everyone, including the Red Dragon Lizrite, initially thought would be a difficult fight, perhaps even a rout, thus turned into a tug-of-war. David, relying on the "blessing of the Chromatic Dragon Queen's love that was like a tide, overflowing as a disaster," fought evenly matched. And then, by seemingly 'sculpting' four or five hundred, perhaps even six or seven hundred, stone greatswords from the cliff face, he unleashed a barrage on the panicked young Green Dragon... formally entering the 'garbage time of the chase' where one pursued and the other fled.
Even Nifadora, the Green Dragon who organized the day's title defense, sighed softly as she watched the battle devolve to this state, completely devoid of the elegance and nobility she had displayed at her entrance.
But this is fine, too. Although the intensity of the battle has far exceeded my original expectations, the current progress is at least still within my control.
