Rak nodded, a small smirk on his face. He turned his body to face Iratus, but before he could do so, a tail had already come - right at his face. With a small surprised intake of breath, he quickly stepped back, simultaneously raising an arm and flicking his wrist to throw his dagger."Sneaky little snake." he muttered, and was responded with a dark chuckle.
The dagger bounced off from his metal scales, Rak's frantic throwing making him lose his usually perfect aim. Iratus moved his tail for another attack, and the boy saw it fast enough, throwing yet another dagger. This time it slipped between his scales and embedded itself into his skin. Growling, he shot his tail at Rak, only for the boy to dodge and move away with the grace of a cat - the grace a boy shouldn't be having. Before he could retract his tail, the sly boy had already moved forward like a snake, stabbing his tail with another infuriating dagger.
Rak laughed, stepping back. He could very well feel the anger Iratus was emitting, and it was strangely comforting. He readied himself for the paw strike that came, holding his dagger up. He was not ready, however, when the paw went over him instead, then followed by a fast moving, crackling ball of blue lightning headed his way. He moved his head quickly, barely missing the bolt, but from the close distance he could already feel a sharp pain in his head, something close to an electric shock, but not fully. He gritted his teeth, stabbing another larger knife in the dragon's paw. The reptile roared, and shot his head for a bite. Rak's eyes widened slightly - Iratus usually didn't attack with his head, and Rak didn't attack his head, for it was the most vulnerable part. This wasn't right. Instead, he attempted to use his hands, pushing Iratus' head from his, trying to prevent his jaws from snapping around his head. Alas, Rak's speciality wasn't strength. He snarled when the dragon's head collided with his, making him fall back to the ground, drawing up dust. He felt blood leaking from his broken nose.
Without thinking, the dragon released another bolt of lightning, this time it was an angry red. Without anytime to recover from his shock, it hit his rider square in the chest, making him grit his teeth in pain as he tried his best not to convulse. The boy raised his arms in surrender, at the same time saying his name while he took in breaths. A part of Iratus knew that gesture, the one that told him it was enough, but something strange fueled him on, and the dragon readied another bolt of lightning, getting ready to shoot it. His eyes glowed with a foreign dark blue.
