Seeing the severed head being clutched by troy, made the dargon freeze. Not expecting such an item, in that white fabric. But that wasn't the most puzzling piece of puzzle.
No. It was the king himself, and the way he held the head like a trophy. The mad grin never leaving his face, staring down the creature. With a cold malicious intent, making the latter flinch a bit.
'Growl.'
Letting out a low subtle growl, the dargon regained itself. Snapping out from whatever nighmarish taunt troy had instigated.
It's eyes flashed a look of superiority checking in on it's far beastial nature. Deeming itself far superior to this deranged individual.
"Growl!"
It growled again, this time much aggressive than the last. It's legs stomping the ground, making small crack to the path on the floor it moved. Reaching troy in no time despite it's massive size.
