"I'm a Divine Beast!" Syrook roared in outrage at that blatant lack of respect, turning the gales surrounding him into a windstorm. "I'm the descendant of one of the six gods of magic, not a pathetic animal that crawls in the mud!"
"Dude, spouting bullshit as part of your act is fine, but when you start to believe it, then you need help." Lith used the air currents slamming against his face to fix his bed hair.
"Were you acquainted with Xedros? I can see a striking resemblance between you two."
"How dare you compare me to a filthy lizard?" They had yet to throw a single blow yet the Black Dragon's ego had already taken a huge hit.
For some reason, the human Spellbreaker was unaffected by his aura of terror and seemed to treat the whole thing as a joke.
