Rykon
Five Thousand Club
The young dragon prince gives Brazamal a look of frustration. "It seems to me that your servants here don't show the same respect you do to one of the royal breed. I get the sense I am being looked down upon or underestimated at every turn. It was not those little mages spells that stopped those mechanoids from even blemishing my scales with soot. It was mine. Even talk of these dragon stopping weapons? It is a disgrace and an insult they levy to us, Brazamal. Taking our namesake to cast an illusion of competence to their clockwork light shows. They do not respect the power and threat even one of my lineage possesses. They seem capable and confident enough throwing clockwork toys at other clockwork toys. So, why should I linger where my talents are likely to be underutilized? If only due to their own misunderstanding and the pathetic resistance we've faced thus far."
Zephiron gave the Fire Wind Lord an empathetic look with what appeared to be a shrug from his bulk of scales shifting. "I can respect that this peer of yours has invoked blood-vengeance from you, but you cannot handle him as you are. You yourself have both admitted and shown that. Do you really want to ask me to stay behind and defend your vassals from threats they are perfectly capable of sweeping on their own?" The dragon added, conceding a recognition of the experience brought to the table by the large numbers assembled here. "Is this overlord that much less disappointing than these meatless puppets we've mangled thus far? I chafe at our association still, yet you haven't shown yourself an incapable Regent yet. Truly, is this the advice you think is best?" The dragon cast an appraising glance at the new scions of Draco Amicus that recently arrived alongside Gradicus, Terra, Shaona, Dru and the allied forces still rallying in the dome. He saw no reason why they needed him for dealing with this overlord based on the demolished forces thus far. However, trashing it would provide him scrap to sharpen his claws with.
Zephiron gave the Fire Wind Lord an empathetic look with what appeared to be a shrug from his bulk of scales shifting. "I can respect that this peer of yours has invoked blood-vengeance from you, but you cannot handle him as you are. You yourself have both admitted and shown that. Do you really want to ask me to stay behind and defend your vassals from threats they are perfectly capable of sweeping on their own?" The dragon added, conceding a recognition of the experience brought to the table by the large numbers assembled here. "Is this overlord that much less disappointing than these meatless puppets we've mangled thus far? I chafe at our association still, yet you haven't shown yourself an incapable Regent yet. Truly, is this the advice you think is best?" The dragon cast an appraising glance at the new scions of Draco Amicus that recently arrived alongside Gradicus, Terra, Shaona, Dru and the allied forces still rallying in the dome. He saw no reason why they needed him for dealing with this overlord based on the demolished forces thus far. However, trashing it would provide him scrap to sharpen his claws with.
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