Reaper didn't mind that he couldn't see any efforts. He assumed the kid was either being subdued or was putting in some effort. Experience came with time, and he had no issue being a dream punching bag at this point. He just happened to be willing to be sassy about it as his way of encouragement.

He moved to dodge the sweep of claws, pushed backwards to avoid the snap of jaws. He was driven backwards, firing his shotguns at the dragon's face as he was forced to put his back to a half broken stone wall. Oh no, what would he do now that he was partially cornered? For now, he'd wait.

"Come on, boy."