The fully-armed, Tier Two Peak Dragon Lizard Captain confirmed his comms bracelet's signal was being jammed. He stood before the corpse of a Tiger Spine Zerg and asked about his squad's condition.
"Fuck, the genes of these low-class mongrels will only contaminate the noble bloodline of our Dragon Race..."
Beside the Zerg corpse, a Cyan-Scaled Lizardman engineer complained.
Resisting his nausea, he tore off a leg from a Tier Two Tiger Spine Zerg, pinched his nose, and stuffed it into his large, triangular mouth, which was lined with rows of fine, sharp teeth.
After a few chews, his mouth and tongue immediately went numb.
He couldn't help but complain again.
"BLEGH!"
"It's disgusting and highly toxic. So much worse than the crab-zergs we eat by the Longxing River. These ugly bastards... they really aren't a race that evolved on the Ancestral Star."
