"Hehe. Sorry, and thank you for stepping in" The dragon's jovial voice rang in his head again. He could tell that it wasn't anywhere near as sorry as it was saying.
What was amazing was how it could still be so happy when it's battered and bruised. Its scales are mostly gone, drained of all its power. If it was only that, one could maybe still understand that it was happy about the victory, but...
"Why the hell are you happy when the beasts that survived are slowly approaching us?!" Muku exclaimed hysterically. He couldn't help but wonder if its brain had been turned to mush by all the attacks it took.
{Oh, that's simple actually...} The dragon replied, then trailed off at the end.
What happened after made Muku almost curse out loud. The dragon's humongous body turned into a black light, and before he could react, it had drilled into his forehead.
