Countless felt sick…
"Good thing I planned accordingly!"
Jack had barely exclaimed in laughter when the nightmare began for the poor war-captured. Yet, there was nothing they could do, for they were incapacitated!
He approached them with a demonic grin…
"Now, why don't we start with you? I like the look in your eyes." Jack proceeded to grab a lizard that was glaring at him with defiant eyes, the victim's meaning obvious.
'Go on, kill me if you can! You're DEAD!'
Sure, this white lizard was powerful, but he wouldn't stand a chance against the army behind him! No, right now, he should be begging for his life instead!
Yes, that was the look! This valiant lizard was perhaps the only one who hadn't understood the situation he was in, but also the moral support of the others.
Every time they saw his proud back, they felt safer.
Every time he spat out, they felt stronger.
Every time he scoffed, they cheered.
Playtime gone wrong? No, playtime gone VERY wrong! Six Legions, a stalker-like bastard, and now very motivated enemies! Tch, if only the enslaving part of Scaly's blessing worked on lizardmen, too! Honestly, fuck that god!