"Ssstand down, Ancient," Tycon hissed. "If you utilize your full strength, Captain Krysaos won't have the requisite time necessary to *suffer* for his transgressions."
Krysaos furrowed his eyebrows. What the HELLS was that supposed to mean?
"Ah... haha..." He laughed nervously, "This... this is still training, right? Guys?"
"Training," Tycon glared, "assumes I will stop upon your defeat or submission."
Krysaos' heart fell deep into the pit of his stomach-- so deep it made him want to soil himself then and there.
Tycon began to uncoil... and began slowly slithering his way towards him.
He... was... huge, longer than any of the tree-buildings nearby, his pearly scales so thick Krysaos could probably use one as a shield. He was easily capable of wrapping around a Leviathan, bite down with his teeth, longer than swords, and pump barrels of venom into their blood...
