Fast. Too fast for this bulky form, as powerful as it was. Fuck this joykilling skeleton, fuck him into next week. He could light this whole place up if he wanted to, and reduce all to blackened skeletons.

But that would include their casters and catalysts, stranding them all here in this stupid world.

He allows his leg to be sliced off without so much as flinching, though he does somewhat lose his balance, and he turns to glare at the one yanking on his tail.

The mouths on his secondary head close and reopen as eyes once more, albeit angrily narrowed. When he speaks this time, it's just in one voice from the dragon's head.

"Fine. But the second she tries anything funny, she's lunch."

He extends his severed limb and more of the white goop from earlier explodes from the wounded end, forming into a new leg that he uses to scuttle off to one side, where he returns to his humanoid form.

He sits down in the snow and folds his arms, looking all the world like a toddler who's just had their toy taken away.