Faux Dragonheart
The sleazy words only served to ignite the sparks of contempt within the man's heart as his amethyst eyes sharpened with those emotions, "Disgusting. After everything your group has done–unleashing the Nightmare on Larundog, freeing Dread, destroying my hometown, and killing my mother…Not to speak of everything else you've done to others–you have the nerve to say it's for the "good of the world"--disgusting."
"Interesting. So, that's how you see it. Alright, then…" Maximus bowed forward with a grin, slowly placing his hand over his chest, "...Come on. Get your revenge, then–if you can, that is. I'm right here."
The challenge was silently accepted as Emilio's draconic armor reinforced itself around his body, activating one of his skills: [Dragon Engine]--causing the boundless heat within him to fuel the internal structure of his scaled armor.
'I'll end this quickly,' Emilio planned.