"Buahahahaha!" The Chief of the Venomous Gator Clan let out laughter. His laughter filled the swamp, "You are not the first to say that but the Gator Tribe is still standing still,"
"Because you have never met me before, son. Today is the day that the Gator Tribe perished. Come at me!" Tang Shaoyang motioned toward the Chief of the Venomous Gator Clan to come at him with his right hand. The laughter had stopped and the green-skinned gator was about to get provoked by his cheap provocation until a deep voice echoed through the swamp.
"Stay there, Roni! He is purposely provoking you. I thought I agreed with the sentiment that the Gator Tribe will never perish but we need to be careful. I don't want to win with the price of your life," The group of the green gators split up, creating a path for five gators to walk.