through a fractured existence
“There are only ten of you. Well. Nine.” Felix’s boot kicks lightly against the corpse’s side, blood spilling from its ripped open chest and staining the floor. He tilts his head slightly, before he drops the man’s heart, which hits the floor with a sickening squish. He flashes the attackers a grin, teeth on display, scales shimmering across his skin, radiant as the sun. These people hurt his family. There is no mercy, here.
“You’d have needed more than that.”
aka.
an escaped dragon, a tired team dad, and an evil organization walk into a bar. there’s not really a joke if nobody’s laughing.
