That didn't sound threatening at all, Azaroth thought.
Kael Hound was angry, red energy rose from him in strands that covered him like a too-big red cloth. The flames drawn into his mask glowed and stood out like lava against black rock.
When he walked in smoke came from his steps and where he stepped blackened. He radiated heat in waves as if he were an oven, the dry smell of flames filled the training hall.
They all reacted instinctively, they all channeled their essence and put in their respective body part and pointed their weapons at the thing that screamed danger to their head, Kael Hound.
They all stared at the masked Kael and Azaroth was reminded if he had forgotten that this was not only a Hound but a Captain. It was easy to forget with Kael's calm manner and the point that he was their teacher.
Now, Azaroth understood why the Inferno Legion's Hounds were feared.
