[Its entire form is, truthfully, a weak point-- feral instinct and the drive to keep up in competition were the driving forces behind its change of shape, not any kind of logic or reason. Had it been in more of its right mind, it would've realized what a disadvantage such a shape would put it at... particularly as it can't seem to breathe fire.
Rich manages to catch it with his claws before it can move away, dragging thin, deep wounds across its belly; red blood spills over its vivid white skin and scales, and it falters in the air for a moment, surprised, before it rolls away from him again.
Pain. It hurts. But the pain only makes it angry, drags its feral instincts to the front, and it shouts in rage, more of a dragon's roar than anything else, and whips sharply around in the air to hurl its body towards him, claws and teeth and rage.]
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Rich manages to catch it with his claws before it can move away, dragging thin, deep wounds across its belly; red blood spills over its vivid white skin and scales, and it falters in the air for a moment, surprised, before it rolls away from him again.
Pain. It hurts. But the pain only makes it angry, drags its feral instincts to the front, and it shouts in rage, more of a dragon's roar than anything else, and whips sharply around in the air to hurl its body towards him, claws and teeth and rage.]