"You're looking a little scared there, little mountain. Have you given up after a simple greeting?"
Eris' melodic voice was absolutely terrifying for the dwarven general Asar.
The range of emotions he was going through on this day was nothing short of staggering.
The warnings he'd received from the king spoke of a demonic dragon with monstrous physical prowess and nightmarish magical abilities.
He had expected that creature to be leading the army, but instead it was this beautiful elven woman that more than tickled his fancy.
But after receiving a surprisingly powerful and unprovoked attack, he realized that this woman was much more than a pretty face.
"The bride of a monster is no less a monster." Asar said defiantly.
He readied his axe and shield while making a harrowing war cry and leaping into the air.
Pretty or not, she was a threat that absolutely had to be neutralized.