Rhys was still under fury. Even after Kharveryos had fallen, too much of him knew the battle wasn't over, that it wouldn't ever be over.

He lunged at Kharveryos, ignoring the ice breath launched his way. Another icicle shot itself into Rhys' thigh, ignored. Kharveryos snapped its jaws forward, but Rhys grabbed onto its fangs, unblinking, and swung Kharveryos' head into the ground.

The crack he gave the skull meant nothing to the skeletal dragon, and with another bellowing roar, a point blank frost blast of frost breath sent Rhys smashing against the back wall.