The bright lights of his eyes appeared once again within the fog. He was staring at her as she threw her weapon to the ground and hung her head. What was this? The man had hired a warrior to attack a coward who would give up in the face of despair? What was the point of this? The Dragon let out a slightly aggravated growl, as if its toy broke. His eyes followed the mask as it left the woman's face and landed on the ground. His eyes then moved up to her face as she smiled at him.<br/><br/>A straight faced expression could be seen upon the dragon's face as a brief gap in the fog passed him by. Though he quickly disappeared again, only for his eyes to remain visible as he stared at her. The words which she spoke, made his head twitch to the side involuntarily out of irritation. What was this now? Not only did she give up simply because she didn't have a chance against him, but because she also knew who he was? Was she Royalty? Only Royalty would know of him other than those select few whom made dealings with him and those whom had died at his hand.<br/><br/>A growl erupted from the back of his throat. The sound of his body moving along the floor could be heard, and then suddenly without emerging from the fog completely, his tail went to swipe her feet from beneath her.<span style="color: #00FFBF">"Coward! Savior?! Your Isolation would be the greatest opportunity to train yourself without interruption!"</span>He huffed angrily, as he looked down upon her for simply giving up.<span style="color: #40FFBF">"Do you not wish to regain yourself!?"</span>