Using fire against a dragon was the worst combo a sane person could think of, but that was exactly what Judge was doing against Liam. But hey, who can complain — first and foremost, Judge is NOT a sane person.
There was one thought going through his mind, if you hit hard enough, even a bag of marshmallows will cry. And he was not thinking about a bag of marshmallows here.
"Yeah," Liam nodded in approval "that is more like it."
Judge smirked, flames flickering at his fingertips as he cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's turn up the heat."
Liam's expression didn't waver. If anything, he looked almost amused. "You do realize fire isn't exactly our weakness, right?"
Judge shrugged, twirling a small fireball between his fingers. "Oh, I know. But I also know that fire is great at one thing — making people panic."
Liam scoffed. "Please, I'm a dragon. I don't panic."
Judge flicked the fireball toward him.
Liam didn't even flinch. "Really?"
Judge grinned. "That wasn't the attack."
