Primordial Cyan Dragon. That was his name. By announcing it, he was showing his utmost respect, signifying that his opponent was worthy of fighting him.
If someone wasn't even qualified to fight him, he wouldn't bother stating his name. There would be no point in telling it to someone who was about to die, as they wouldn't be around to remember it.
After announcing his name, the Primordial Cyan Dragon threw his head back and laughed. He charged forward, swiping his claw and shattering the ice clinging to his body. He was completely unharmed. After exhaling two plumes of cold air, he stomped the ground with a loud THUD, cracking the floor tiles into pieces. In the instant he lunged, it was as if he had truly transformed into a cyan dragon, pouncing with incredible speed!
