"A true demon wouldn't need to torture helpless humans for entertainment. You're just a pathetic wannabe playing at being scary. Oh, mortals, this, mortals that. You are nothing but a pathetic demon in your realm. Why are you playing the main villain here? You are at most a third-rate villain."
Six seconds.
The insults struck Rex like an arrow. His massive body trembled with barely contained fury, claws extending involuntarily as ancient pride warred with sudden uncertainty.
"You DARE question my power? My heritage?"
Five seconds.
"Heritage?" Arthur's voice dripped with contempt.
"Heritage? You mean slaughtering defenceless people? Even apes could manage that much. I suppose that makes you one. You are just an ape with a botched tan. You are red, after all."
Four seconds.
Rex lunged forward with inhuman speed, covering the distance between them in a blur. His primary hands seized Arthur by the shoulders, lifting him off the ground with crushing force.
Here we go.
