The one letting out a furious roar was a Nedia dragonkin standing two and a half meters tall, covered in fiery red scales. At first glance, he looked like a rampaging tyrannosaurus.
Queen Tomitaili turned around, snapping out of her earlier dazed, muttering state. She shot him an annoyed look and spread her hands. "Mr. Flintfire, this is quite unbecoming! Why can't you just say what you have to say calmly? Why resort to such vulgar language?"
"You crazy woman! I lost a tail and an arm in that star system, and I went through hell to dig this thing out. I didn't do it so you could go crazy with it!" roared the Nedia dragonkin known as "Flintfire." "You nearly got every one of us killed!"
Needless to say, he was one of the highest-ranking members of the World-Serpent, one of the Thirteen Faces. In truth, he was the leader of a famous interstellar mercenary group native to the Milky Way, a man who switched back and forth between playing the savior of small nations and their scourge. He also often did the Alliance's major conglomerates' dirty work, and had quite the reputation in the business.
He seemed to be a hot-tempered man with overwhelming strength. At least, that was how he seemed right now.
"But your tail and arm grew back, didn't they?" Queen Tomitaili said, folding her arms.
"That's because I'm exceptionally gifted and have mastered my training!" Flintfire proudly raised his dinosaur-like head and waved his perfectly intact arms, then showed off his retractable claws. He followed that by swinging his thick tail behind him like a windmill. At this rate, he could have used it as a propeller.
Then he seemed to realize something and roared again. "You crazy woman! We agreed we were only