"Azhdaha…you hid it well, punk," Quetzalcoatl muttered as he watched Layland uncover his body. "He is not bad, but you will be stupid to assume the power he passed down to you will be enough to take me down. He was feared, but he never dared to mess with me."
Layland furrowed his eyebrows lightly. Quetzalcoatl's boundless arrogance was getting on his nerves. He wouldn't mind it usually, but the old Dragon had been all talk since the beginning. It irked him that Quetzalcoatl could only hurl insults and did nothing to start the fight. He knew better to be careful, though, so he didn't initiate the fight.
"For you to think that I am relying on Azhdaha's legacy is amusing. Do I look like someone who relies on Draconic power? There is a reason why Demons triumphed and Dragons were forced to hide in their little plastic world. We are superior."
