'That' Population

At another site of a battle.

"Hahaha, Dragon Wing Governor... Waste your energy no more... There is no escaping my clutches... Your flesh shall be a pleasure to my palate... The Essence Blood of the Winged Dragon Clan might not be the purest, but still, it should be no less satisfying to my epicurean zeal..." The grey-robed elder licked his lips fervently. He flailed his arm, casting forth a force that struck the Dragon Wing Governor and sent him staggering backward, injured.

"You evil swine!"

Patches of blood stains scattered around the robes of the Dragon Wing Governor with blood still oozing from the wounds around him. Despite his miserable appearance, he was still stout of heart, unwilling to give up until his last.