With a snap of his clawed fingers, the music stopped.
The little purple pseudodragon, in one majestuous wing beat, took flight, and stopped right under Amaretsu's nose, absolutely unfazed by her size nor the size of her robot.
When you are a dragon, everyone is smaller than you.
The Protectora XVI crew cowered, especting the Dread Wyrm-Admiral to shout, and considering how loud he was when he was speaking normal.
But he did not.
He whispered in a threatening growl.
"I did. As the Master and Commander of the GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG, sole ruler after the Lord inside. And I will not accept that any one, no matter how big or their robot they are, will breach the discipline on board, and threaten my crew, nor question my orders, especially when they are doing correctly their job.
Am I clearly understood ?