Skullrend's red eye flared, his metal jaw clicking with a sharp, mechanical snap as he bellowed once more, "What's so damn funny, you little shits?!"
His voice thundered across the docks, raw and furious, rattling in the chests of those who heard it.
The heroes around them stiffened, cursing inwardly. Why are Ryn and Mira acting so cocky?
They knew Skullrend—knew the type of man he was. Playing games with him meant baiting a monster, and the bastard loved nothing more than making an example out of fools who dared to mock him.
But Ryn and Mira didn't flinch. Instead, they stood so confident that a few of the villains who saw their confidence started doubting about their odds of winning this fight.
Skullrend's lips curled into a vicious sneer. His mind painted the scene before him, savoring it.
First, he'd rip that cocky little bastard with black hair, apart, limb by limb—slow, messy, deliberate.
