Suddenly, that horse face went ballistic,
"Back then you said you'd pass the chieftain spot to me,
year after year, why won't you just croak!
Why won't you die!"
The horse face screamed in complete meltdown, features twisting.
"Enough!"
The old centaur chieftain's nostrils flared with hot air, and with a thunderous roar, his raging blood energy transformed into a snarling dragon, charging forward.
"Tsk tsk, old bastard's got some fire left!"
The waxy man's cold gaze suddenly turned arctic, and instantly all the sewn faces exposed on his body opened their eyes in unison, expressions twisted in horrible agony.
Whoosh!
The twisted faces on the waxy man's body all spat out streams of dusk-yellow breath at once,
In a heartbeat, they slammed into the towering blood dragon.
Bang!
With a bone-rattling crash, the dusk-yellow breath nailed the blood dragon square in the forehead, and it vanished with a dying wail.
