#122742 - Iz soomthing roong? Iz zeh koong a coowerd? Wuht a bootch he iz! The king was enraged by such accusations, most of all because they were truthful and that hurt, but he also was offended because who talks about the king that way!? Alas, he had no way to speak against it, as they were his greatest hope of purging the demonic menace. The king took a deep and audible gulp, shivering at the thought and realizing he wasn't sure how much more he even wanted to know. Oooooo, it lewks like a wooman! As they stared at the distant silhouette, clear as day to the Eggs Dozen but hopelessly blurry to the king, the flaming aura raged wildly, and soon the burning shape began storming directly towards them at alarming speed, setting the trees ablaze in its wake.