The dragon's harem

Denki tried, faint sparks rushing across her whole body. While muscles and organs were controlled by the brain through chemical signals in the form of many electrical impulses, they could still be directly forced to move with an electric current.

In her case, most of her organs were fine, except her draconic fundamentum, the core of all of her magic, which Claug intentionally tried to paralyze.

Right now, her magic was severely blocked, but the weak and harmless amount she could use was still helpful. First, instead of trying to move her whole body, she focused on using what little magic she had to jolt her fundamentum and force it to move and pump mana.

That barely worked, resulting in a faintly stronger flow of magic, but it was painful, a lot. She wanted to growl, but she was paralyzed, so she couldn’t.

Now, in pain, she used that stronger magic to force her fundamentum to move faster, pump harder, and allow herself to use stronger magic. Like a snowball, it accumulated fast.

Soon, the sparks inside her chest spread outward and into her limbs as she tried to move and stand, to turn her head and see where Claug was.

“Are you a monster?” Claug asked with a surprised face, and Denki didn’t have enough mental energy to even understand what she said. All she could think about now was the pain, the dreadful pain, and the drakaina in front of her that needed to be killed.

She then screamed, as loudly as her lungs could, a roar so loud it dwarfed the thunderclaps of the countless lightning bolts she summoned to assult Claug.

Claug danced amidst the lightning with an amused face; this was a first. No one had ever had the will or managed to fight back after getting hit with her powerful, paralyzing poison.

Denki had just gone quiet, her roar faded away, and she fell to her knees, sweating like a hog. For a moment, she looked unconscious, as if finally taken down by the immense pain of what she did to herself, but that wasn’t the case.

A massive ball of black iron dust started forming in front of her face, spinning and compressing on itself, getting heated up by the immense magnetic field Denki applied to it.

The ball got smaller and smaller until it was the size of a marble, and was then pulled closer to Denki’s open maw.

With one gulp, she swallowed it.

With smoke coming out from between her sharp teeth, she remained still for a while as lightning sparked from her back, and the bolts falling from the sky around Claug shifted slightly, baiting her to a specific location.

Arad, who sat far away, could see them, the rails of lightning Denki was forming, aiming at one location where she was guiding Claug.

This was her last attack; her body can’t endure any more abuse, but those were dragons; they’ll either win or die trying.

Denki fell forward, landing on her hands and knees. She opened her mouth, and the bolts coming from the sky shifted; the iron dust flowing around also moved, clearing a path for the coming attack. By the time Claug noticed the shift in attacks, it was already too late; she was already where Denki wanted her to be.

The iron sand started assailing Claug from every direction, obscuring her vision and forcing her to stay in place for a few critical seconds, and the lighting became clear, the path flashed, and the iron ball inside Denki’s throat started moving.

A blinding flash, a deafening thunderclap, a powerful earthquake, and a devastating shockwave later, the whole earth ruptured as the iron ball blasted at blinding speed, reaching Claug in a fraction of a second.

Claug didn’t see the cannonball approaching. The iron dust obscured her vision. But she could feel the magic creating the lightning rails, and she turned around in a split second and swung her arm to deflect whatever was coming.

She swung her arm, and the cannonball burst through the iron dust, clashing with her wrist.

The ball ripped right through Claug’s arm, barely changing its course a bit and missing her torso, but Claug’s right arm was still torn clean off, ripped into pieces by the immense force generated by Denki’s magic.

The cannonball flew past Claug and was heading straight toward Balina’s face. Denki had chosen to bait Claug to stand between her and Arad so she wouldn’t dodge the attack, but since Claug deflected the attack a bit, Balina was now in its direction instead of Arad.

Luckily, that didn’t matter.

Arad’s eyes flashed purple, and the cannonball instantly plummeted to the ground, crushed by an immense gravity field. “The fight is over!” He called, and Claug growled, glaring at Denki. The little drakaina was already unconscious, having endured immense pain and drained all of her magic for that last attack.

“A young adult is still an adult.” She looked at her missing arm, “Now I have to heal this.”

Dragons have many age stages they grow through, and the adult stages are simple. Young adults, like Denki. An adult, like most dragons found around the world, and then a mature adult. Those are all different stages of being an adult dragon.

Claug herself was an Ancient Drakaina, far older than any adult dragon, let alone a young adult one, but that didn’t mean young adults weren’t powerful enough to harm her.

Like in this fight, she only used one type of poison; she could’ve killed Denki by melting her organs from the start. And even when holding back and losing an arm, the result is the same. She would regenerate her arm in a few days with potions or in minutes with magic, while Denki is on the ground and effectively dead.

A young adult dragon can never survive a fight against a mature adult dragon, let alone someone stronger, but they could still be a painful threat.

For example, Zul was a mature adult, and she could wash Denki away with acid and melted her bones into soup with one breath. Arad had given Denki a huge edge by choosing this place and picking Claug to fight her.

Claug scratched the back of her head and approached Denki, “You’ve done well, let’s go.”

She reached down, about to touch her, but then froze, feeling that something was off. All of her senses were screaming, warning signals and alarms all rang inside her head.

Denki was unconscious, paralyzed, and out of magic, yet something in the back of Claug’s head cried danger, warning her that this little girl was still a threat.

It was then that Arad landed beside them, “Leave her to me.” He pointed at his beard. The hairs on his skin were moving, getting lifted up.

Claug nodded and jumped away, leaving Arad alone with Denki. He looked at her with a smile, “So… even unconscious, you’re still so hellbent on sending Claug to the grave.”

He knelt down and reached toward her, “But I’ll tell you, you’ll hurt her a lot, but this won’t be enough to kill her.”

As Arad touched Denki’s head, the whole area exploded into a blinding flash of lightning. She had charged her body with millions upon millions of volts, storing enough electricity to fry anything that touches her.

But Arad was unharmed; his hair got a bit messy, but that was the end of it.