In a flash of rage, the dragon phased forward and through the hapless elf, the goblin's purse-cutting technique used in pure cruelty for the first time.
Keltra screamed hoarsely through closed lips, blood seeping at the corners of his mouth. He blanched, tears streaming down his beautiful face. He choked, gagged. Finally, with a horrid, guttural moan, the elf spat his wriggling, b****y tongue out onto the floor.
"Good Lord, dragon," Matias stepped in front of the vengeful beast as he rounded on the two elves. "Remind me to never get on your bad side. I think even Asha's stomach might turn if you carry on."
"I have no objections so far," the ancient, wrinkled vampire nodded toward the remaining elves. "Matias is correct though, they have had enough of your vengeance. Tend to your mate
