"S-scales?! Why do you have scales?!"
[Is he part Dragonkin?]
[No... The pattern of those scales are unlike anything I've ever seen...]
[Those are not the scales of a Dragon... A blessing perhaps?]
Zarathian's antenna trembled along with his vibrant wings, his brain refusing to register what his eyes beheld.
"Hm... Was that your strongest attack?"
"Impressive, it tickled a little bit but, that's about it."
Berkah gently caressed the scales adorning him, as if praising their durability and taunting Zarathian.
"You know... I was actually pretending to be mad when you mentioned my family."
"But you've really taken it too far you know? How long will you keep bragging about killing them?"
Berkah's playful air vaporized and two bulging veins divided his frontal lobe, his bubbling anger changing the complexion on his face.
"I don't care how many of your people that mine have killed, and why should I?"
