Iron-Scale sauntered over to tap his silver-skulled dagger against his thigh. A mocking grin spread across his face as he looked up at Gorak. "Has the apex predator of the Seventeenth Continent completed his diaper-changing audits for the morning? I can fetch more blankets if your domestic duties require them."
Gorak leveled his newly mutated, crystalline lightning arm directly at Iron-Scale's chest. Sparks of blue electricity danced across the crystal facets.
A booming laugh erupted from Gorak. "You lack the capacity to understand love, since couples protect each other to build a future, and a divorced lizard like yourself has absolutely zero right to lecture a Warlord on lineage."
Iron-Scale analyzed Gorak, his gaze tracking the volatile crystal fused to the right arm. Gorak stared right back at Iron-Scale to meet the silent challenge. They remained perfectly still on the broken paving stones.
