"Die, you wretched crawler! You won't escape my Frost Star Ring!"
The freezing mist solidified instantly. Kaelen found himself encased in a contracting sphere of absolute zero.
Layer upon layer of ice condensed around him, forming a prison designed to bind, freeze, and entomb. Glacial Dragon Jorik wasn't holding back; he had opened with a finishing move.
A rasping sound filled the sphere as frost began to creep over Kaelen's skin. Even his armor groaned under the thermal stress, becoming a leaden weight.
"Damn it," Kaelen growled, his breath misting. "Who are you calling a crawler?"
He was a bona fide Insect King, sure, but he was also a Prince of the Stoneheart Horde. Being insulted by a lizard was one thing; being frozen like a side of beef was another. If he let this slide, he'd be disgracing his father and the Horde.
Diplomacy was dead. It was time to let the fists do the talking.
CRACK!
