Vyrr

Vyrr considered herself rather lenient, refraining from ripping her "opponent" to shreds over his feeble insult. The self-styled hero was nevertheless quivering in his boots, and was barely holding on to the brand-new sword he probably believes is legendary. As her impressive frame cast an imposing shadow over her trembling adversary, his eyes widened even more when she told him—in no uncertain terms—to leave. "Wait, you're letting me...go?" Vyrr sighed. Her kin could have at least *tried* to leave a better impression. It was well-known that dragons are proud and terribly dangerous creat...