The two dragons faced each other with grit and determination in their eyes. Without wasting a single moment, Maverick flexed. He was a handsome dragon, strong and rugged, thick tail and impressive wingspan, he was the kind of dragon who was constantly fawned over by many, and honestly, could you blame them? Indrig on the other paw was quite the looker himself, although he definitely could not compete with Maverick in that regard.

But this wasn’t a beauty contest, oh no. This was a contest of strength, a competition to see who looked the strongest of the two, truly. Would it be Maverick, strong, silent, and stoic, but with a heart of gold only a few dragons got to see? Or would it be Indrig, a brave wyvern who came from out of town, and despite being polar opposites, befriended the officer through kind words and constant pestering.

A growl escaped Maverick’s lips as he reared onto his hind legs and flexed, showing off his toned muscles in a display so impressive that a duo of passing dragonesses stopped to admire him for a moment.

Indrig acknowledged his move with a curt nod, getting onto his hindlegs as well, backing up to avoid whacking Maverick with his wings and presenting his muscle, defined by a life of combat and hunting. His expression, arrogant and shit-eating, only made Maverick try harder, gritting his teeth as he gave the blue dragon all he had!

I got this in the bag. They both thought, when in actuality, they were both evenly matched.

Indrig was the first to speak, opening his eyes as he made sure Maverick was watching as he showed off, “Heh, not bad, Mavey.” He said with a grin.

Maverick snorted, taking a second to regain his balance before replying with another flex, showing off his chest muscles now, “Mm. Not too bad yourself, birdy.”

Indrig chuckled, running a claw through his feathered breast in response and getting closer, making sure Maverick took in every part of his defined body, “It’s cute that you think you have a chance against me. Maybe next time, Mavers.”

“S-Shut up,” Maverick growled, stepping forward, their bodies almost touching now. A bead of sweat ran down Maverick’s head and down his cheek as he tried as hard as he could to make himself look as strong as possible, when in reality, he really didn’t have to try that hard.

I’m practically already won this thing! They both thought as they admired their own muscle, both thinking how they could possibly lose.

“You know, I think we’re gonna be here for a while if one of us doesn’t yield.” Indrig said with a laugh, “Why not make this easier for both of us and give up?”

Maverick rolled his eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Heh, maybe a little.” Indrig said, his rear legs starting to grow tired, “You um… Wanna just call it a tie and move on?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Maverick said, letting out a breath as he went back on all fours. Indrig did the same, chuckling a little bit as he put a wing around his buddy.

“I still think I’m the strongest, though.” Indrig boasted playfully.

Maverick snort, resting his head on his shoulder, “You wish…”

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Maverick and I, determined to see who had the biggest muscle, decided to have a little flex-off to see who was top dragon! Obviously I won. Dragons always win.

Wait, that would mean it was a tie, wouldn't it? Damn it, foiled again.

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Fun fact - Indrig is actually taller than Maverick. WAY taller. In the original sketch, Maverick was supposed to be teeny tiny, but I thought it would be better if they were the same size, because it makes more sense I guess. But also because size is different in the AWSW-verse