[ Crunch, crunch go Alastor's bones as the Blight chomps down on him, but any satisfaction it might have taken in catching its prey is fleeting. Alastor's claws find purchase in the dragon's scales and easily rips them from its face. Inky black blood, tainted by Malice, drips down from the Blight's face. Strangely, though, it doesn't seem to react at all—it's as though it doesn't feel any pain from having its scales torn off.
Fortunately for the radio demon, his shadow is much more successful. Its strike punctures another of the bulbous eyes growing all over Dragonblight's body. The dragon lets out a scream of pain, dropping Alastor from its jaws as it curls in on itself and writhes in agony. ]
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Fortunately for the radio demon, his shadow is much more successful. Its strike punctures another of the bulbous eyes growing all over Dragonblight's body. The dragon lets out a scream of pain, dropping Alastor from its jaws as it curls in on itself and writhes in agony. ]