XANDER'S POV
"Since you won't say it, I would have to force you to sing it."
Commander Kang glared at Xander, obviously thinking that the threat was a flimsy one.
"What have you done to my dragon?!" He snarled, still sprawled on the ground.
"Just one or two to make sure it doesn't incinerate my hair. I rather hate being bald." Xander answered easily, admiring the sharp glint of his dagger in the light of the moon.
Kang glanced warily at the dagger, but otherwise his resolve, although plummeted, still remained.
"Harming a dragon is high treason!" He screamed the law much to Xander's delight.
"Seems you're not so oblivious like the rest, Commander Kang. Since you're speaking the language of the law which happens to be my favourite language, shall I tell you what else is high treason?"
