"Dragon kin my ass." Bruce Pang sighed as he referred to the prophesy which the Ancestor had made about him as being my Dragon Kin. "More like Dragon Babysitter."
But he drew out a pair of fancy, glowing scimitars and then unleashed a numbing aura of strange force field.
Bruce Pang was never one to shy from a fight, no matter how outgunned and outnumbered he was.
And he definitely won't do it in front of his little brother and his teacher.
"Come at me, you fools. I know about your damn experimental clone mecha core. I will get my hands on it today!" He shouted with disdain at the ginormous bunch of biomechs that had just crossed the nine kilometer mark.
Battlefield wisdom: Fluster the enemy as much as possible. Tell them anything that would make them lose their cool. Mommies and their titties are very acceptable topics.
