"Forget it, you don't have dragon breath." With a single sentence from Lightning, Negris was silenced. True to his reputation of being a motor-mouthed hornless horse.
"Six thousand cavalries, that's quite the number, but what makes them capable of slaying dragons? They can't even fly. Are you bronze dragons really that weak?" Luther asked with a puzzling expression, stroking his chin.
"Weak Bronze Dragons? Hmph, an adult bronze dragon is forty meters long. Back in my day, I was fifty meters long. I could squash you underfoot just like that. Be careful not to piss yourself when you see it," Negris declared angrily.
"Ah, what a shame. They're nearly extinct," Lightning lamented.
Negris suddenly started shouting, "Ao! Ao, Ao, Ao!"