A sudden clangor of rocks rolling down suddendly perturbs the otherwise deadly quiet battlefield, a few steps away from the group, as a large heap of debris and dirt literally shakes and rises up, revealing the armor-clad figure of a monstrous reptile. A<span style="font-style: italic">moderately pissed</span>armor-clad monstrous reptile.<br/>As the creature stirs, his long dripping tongue snakes out of the impressive jaws.<span style="color: #008040">"Pleas<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>e don't be too ha<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>sty, o mighty Disa,"</span>, Thygor hisses, sweeping clouds of dust off his body with crude movements. He shakes his large head, focusing his gaze on the red figure; then, stepping slowly towards her, he continues:<span style="color: #008040">"Hmm ... You indeed are a <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>sight to behold! A figure worth <span style="font-style: italic">-hssss-</span> of a hero, I <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>say. It would be such a pity,"</span>, the creature continues, his voice sounding as alluring as a fiendish snake could manage,<span style="color: #008040">"to <span style="font-style: italic">waste</span> it..."</span><br/>That said, his gaze quickly scans over his companions, his yellow eyes revealing what could be expected from him - contempt, arrogance, malice, and an undying, almost hateful<span style="font-style: italic">hunger</span>... but also a small hint of relief -, while he licks his fangs with some hardly detectable nervousness...