Ragnaros's Persistence

Kalimdor Continent, Mount Hyjal, Firelands.

It had to be said that Fire Elemental brothers were born hot-tempered. Once they got truly enraged, they threw all caution aside and came straight at you with everything they had. Either you died, or they lived.

Oh, the same example applied to Ragnaros the Firelord.

Back when Boss Hu had been stalking the Lich King like some creepy uncle in the Hall of Reflection, Arthas the Lich King had not even dared to fart. He had been wholly focused on running away, swallowing every manner of humiliation and every fancy taunt from the Titan.

But now, things were different with Big Ragnaros. Once he had been pushed too far, he stopped caring about anything and came right at him.

Sadly, he did not understand Chinese. Otherwise, he definitely would have shouted something heroic like, "You may kill a man, but you cannot humiliate him! I'm fighting you to the death today!"

Fine, Big Ragnaros had not shown himself at first either. This Firelord seemed naively convinced that if he just hid and refused to come out, this rogue, evil, fallen Titan would likely wander around for a while, pat his ass, and leave.

But... he had underestimated just how bored this Titan was, while overestimating how busy he was.

Ideals were plump, but reality was skinny. You thought you understood Boss Hu? Hahahaha—hic. You were seriously overthinking it.

Titan Sarodar seemed to have utterly abandoned all shame. Seeing no one in the lava pool hall, he did not leave. Instead, he plopped himself down beside the lava pool and calmly pulled out a damn Dun Morogh cigar, slowly smoking it.

"Ragnaros, did the flames burn your balls off? Or were you born without that particular part? That's so tragic, hahahahaha..."

Ragnaros's anger +1. Ragnaros