Sublime

Even as his madra started to die, Lindon met eyes with the sacred beast. A dragon could not be defeated by a fish. He was the predator here. He had the power. The last of the Burning Cloak surged through his limbs, and his arms burned. He roared as he pushed power through both hands. In a massive rush of strength, he tore the fish apart.

"This is no savage country, my friend. But no men? Boys, it behooves us to go forward most politely."