Prophecy

"Younger brother?" Lilian spoke up as she looked at Thunderfist. "I still don't see the resemblance at all."

John nodded his head at his master's words, as Thunderzen and Thunderfist couldn't not be farther apart in appearance.

"At least you have good eyes," Thunderfist replied with a hearty voice. "Comparing me to the decrepit corpse behind me would be an insult to me."

Sitting atop the throne, Thunderzen rolled his eyes at his brother's words. 

"I see thousands of years of sitting on this throne and running this sect of mine has not made you any more mature," Thunderzen said to his brother, who turned around with a displeased look on his face.

"Maturity is for old corpses who would rather solve problems with their words than their fists. Such a thing is beneath me," Thunderfist replied aggressively while crossing his arms.

Thunderzen gazed at his brother for a moment before gazing back at John and Lilian.