Casar gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, saying, "The following words are that evil Half-Elf's meaning, and have nothing to do with me. I am extremely opposed to them..."
"I told you to speak."
"He said, my lord is just a lousy fake, just an oversized wild chicken with Dragon Wings attached. When it sees him, all it can do is flee in panic. He assured those Horse Farm Owners that if my lord appears before him again, he will definitely not let my lord escape..."
"Shut up!" Swift Roc let out a tremendous roar, the feathers on its neck and Dragon Scales all stood on end, trembling and rubbing constantly, emitting a buzzing sound.
This was its display of extreme anger.
As the saying goes, one is most sensitive about what one lacks. Swift Roc's physique, which resembles that of a bird more than a Giant Dragon, is their most taboo subject; they are also famously prideful.
Every sentence Casar said hit it right in the "lungs," making its rage soar to the heavens.
