Looking through his beast's eyes and keeping up his own appearance of terror, Pride has his monster suddenly lash out with a single, razor-sharp tendril at Kabal, who seemed to have the most initiative and be the least trusting of his act.
Kimblee tilted his imaginary head. "I almost hope you eat him. He may retain his identity and make interesting company. And the others are certainly no slouches in terms of power."
Kimblee tilted his imaginary head. "I almost hope you eat him. He may retain his identity and make interesting company. And the others are certainly no slouches in terms of power."