Atop a cross, a boney monstrosity the size of a bear, intricate engravings lining their body, ribcage pronounced as its bare teeth and gums layout in the open-top half of face covered. It flexed its knuckles emitting a crackling sound before sliding down the monolith that was the cross. Nixon distanced himself from the cross as it landed on the sand below. It growled as it dug its heels into the ground below, transitioning into a grave chuckle. A tail flickered out from its back, gliding over the ground. "What's wrong little man?"
"Well... I've never been called little before... so that's new." Nixon took a few steps back.
"What is our name?"
"Nixon."
"I am the Dragon of this world..." They cackled to themselves, "Now... who are you?"
"I just-"
"No... no... declare yourself, do not b
