Forget it, this time I've more than achieved my modest goal. For today, I'll let you shameless Drow off the hook.
As David, soot-stained from the Destruction Flame of Barto Hell and keenly aware that his trump cards were nearly spent, rationalized a retreat, he prepared to make a quick exit with a flick of his tail.
Twelve enchanting and gracefully distinct silhouettes stepped out from the shadows.
Damn it! The twelve matriarchs from Drogsin's Spider Nest City have all come out to seek revenge against me! This was the first thought that sprang into David's guilty conscience. He was so shocked his scales nearly flew off.
"Do you bunch of dark-skinned runts dare to show your faces?!"
Then, nearly on instinct, he raised his head high, clenched his right claw before him, and the once-dim Dragon inscriptions on his body stubbornly began to glow anew.
