"You flew away, but that wasn't flight magic." Claug looked at Denki with a large smile, "What trick did you use? And what's that black dust around you?"
Denki looked back at her, and the dust around her started moving strangely, following the crackles of lightning illuminating her hair. She wiped the blood from her lips, looked at her hands, and then clenched two fists.
As the sky flashed with lightning, Claug charged forward, dodging the rain of lightning bolts with ease. She could tell where Denki's magic started and get out of the way before the lightning could even form.
Power wasn't the only thing that gets better when dragons grow older; their senses, magic, and even gut instincts grow sharper.
Denki was just too young to contend with Claug's reaction speed and quick thinking.
