"It seems all Abyssal creatures talk more than they can prove," Aaron muttered, his tone cold, almost bored.
He reached down and tapped the head of Flameborn, the little dragon's scales glowing faintly with molten heat. "Buddy, they are still yours."
"Yes, papa!" Flameborn replied with childlike excitement. Its eyes glowed crimson, slit pupils narrowing like a predator that had finally found prey.
"First, I'll deal with this trash!" Harkos snarled. His body blurred, moving faster than sound. In an instant he materialized before Flameborn, fist cocked back and driving toward the dragonling's abdomen with enough force to shatter stone.
Boom!
