A low groan escaped Ka'z's lips as his gaze dropped to the bloody wound carved across his left shoulder. Crimson blood steadily seeped through the narrow gaps between his overlapping scales before running down his arm in warm streams. His face slowly twisted into a deep frown.
It wasn't the pain that bothered him.
It was the wound itself.
Since the day he had been born into this world, nothing had ever managed to break his scales apart from birth. Only Boi had managed to hurt him only because he couldn't put up his scales as usual.
Yet now he was bleeding.
That realization disturbed him far more than the fact Grash's attack had nearly cleaved him in half.
Huff!
Ka'z exhaled heavily.
The jagged scales protruding from around the wound slowly shrank back into place, returning to their ordinary appearance as the draconic reinforcement faded. Fresh blood immediately welled from the gash once the hardened scales withdrew.
