"Kuk! D-Do you know who I am!? And this ugly, scarred bitch dares to laugh at me—!?" King Draknar furiously spat.
Romulus's grip tightened by several notches, causing the angered King to turn red and purple. Leaning up to his ears with an expression colder than ice, Romulus said, "Mention her again with that dirty mouth of yours, and I will personally send you into the afterlife."
"And don't even think of silently calling for help from your pet."
Romulus could feel something start to affect his movements, but it stopped as soon as he warned King Draknar. It would take a substantial amount of time for the Draconic Earth Deity to lock the unknown man's movements while he was in close proximity, and with his life on the line, King Draknar wasn't willing to take the risk. He had no idea who this man was, but based merely on the strength that trumped his own, this young man could very well be the Senior in the report he received.
