Coronacht, standing among the bodies of the fallen goons stared back at The Dragon with contempt. His hands glowing bright purple, power radiating from it, as intense as the light of the sun. His hunched over posture made it rather obvious that he was enraged.
His two bodyguards drew black pulse rifles from their cloaks. The rifles starting to glow bright red as they powered up and thrummed to life. The group of 3 were no longer in the mood for negotiation.
The Dragon now had his full attention captured by them. "That. Is a much better introduction," He said gesturing to them. "However, had you just done so earlier and acted less hostile, I would have been more open to negotiations."
