[O, Ardent Introduction] Takes Strength to Laugh When you Start to Drown

Renlys tipped his head, caring little for the elaborate spiel that the usurper had given.  He had accepted the invitation for a duel, a challenge by combat in order to prove his worth.  By even acknowledging the challenge, Olalla had gained a bit of the dragon's respect, but he would not show it yet.  Instead, Renlys stood, his scales rippling fire and brimstone in the filtered light that fell across the platform.  A hundred years of battles won and kingdoms fallen reflected in his plated armor, with long-since forgotten wounds now represented on his hide as dented and discolored scales that gave way to the hard leather of his underbelly.

Even after so many years of weathering under heat and storm, Renlys was still an impressive beast, as large as dragons came and just as dangerous.  He gave a (mocking) snap of his jaws once he had reared up to full height and one powerful beat of his wings.  A show of strength and power, and an invitation for Olalla to strike first.