The black fish, visibly shaken and cowering, looked up at Bruce with palpable dread. The terror inflicted by the Brood was nothing compared to the fear evoked by the mighty Bruce, who now towered over it, a giant dragon of the deep.
"The intelligent beings of the sea clan, rare to venture so close to the mainland... Now, tell me, little one, what should I do with you? Devour you whole, dissolve you with my toxic breath for a savory broth, or perhaps something else more... creative?" Bruce teased, his voice a blend of curiosity and menace.
"Ah, respected Lord, please, my flesh is unsavory, full of parasites," the black fish pleaded, its nine heads bowing in despair. Tears welled up in its eyes as it lamented, "Please don't eat me. I'm young, just a fledgling, not even fit for a slice of sashimi. I should've heeded my father's warnings, too many dangers, too many predators out here..."