"Well, congrats are clearly in order…" The shapeshifter greeted them with a slow, sarcastic clap, his smile rigid. "Yet another effortless win for your faction."
Jake didn't miss the biting sarcasm coating Mani's words. It was obvious the shapeshifter was still sore from his own embarrassing performance earlier, bitterness practically oozing from each syllable. Compared to that fiasco, envy was understandable. Of course, calling a victory "effortless" after literally shitting an opponent to death might be pushing it. Seen in that light, the thinly-veiled mockery in Cho Min Ho's doppelgänger's voice took on a darker edge.
Suddenly, rapid wingbeats filled the air, and the group turned to see their 'champion' already returning. As soon as the turkey landed, he puffed up his chest, proudly stretched his neck, and struck an expectant pose, clearly waiting for a storm of compliments… that never came.
Instead, he caught a fireball up the ass courtesy of Enya.
