The dragon roared in protest at him, but it was stumbling. The bullets were eating away at it more effectively than it would care to admit, if it could care about anything. The roar was weaker than before as it swiped out with its good limb.

The pain was starting to creep in, and for a moment it paused as Ryu attempted to rush back into control - only to be swept away again. How dare he? How dare this insect challenge a god? The dragon started slamming its claws into the ground, raining dirt and stone and rubble around it.