To the outburst of the Draconian, Damian's reply was only an amused chuckle. Oh, how he so desired to banter words with this draconic creature, but alas, each and everyone of his Edicts were some of the most powerful Edicts in Existence, and as such, they were soaking up his Edicts with unrestrained efficiency.
'I have to defeat this creature, and defeat it fast.'
But first, he would be damned if he didn't at least mock this wannabe Dragon.
"Why should I care? No, assuming I really did care, what are your horns made of, Spirit Grade ores? Actually, scratch that, that's impossible. Even Silver Grade ores wouldn't be helpless so easily against my blade, talk more of the Spirit Grade. So, little draconian, your tiny horns might be worth something in your world, but in here, it ain't even worth a single Silver Grade Artifact, which in turn ain't even worth a single strand of my hair."
