"And WHAT in the name of Igneous made you think I would tolerate a thing like that?!!?" Apollyon growled angrily. "The Aerattl will fly, the Aquations will swim, and the SLUGS will dig." He said, narrowing his eyes at Basalt.
"You are foolish, brash, and impulsive." Apollyon noted a little more calmly.
"You know not of what you speak. I could have destroyed every palace guard, every soldier, every last servant and advisor. Did I? No!! I do not want to destroy Enfernae, or any other of these primitive tribes. Vixen saw the future and she did the right thing. If she hadn't, things would be more difficult for all."
"Do you want to fight me?" Apollyon hissed, dropping his voice to a cold, steely tone. "It will be a massacre. I don't slaughter dragons. But if YOU are determined to, I may have no choice." He said, unfolding his wings slightly and stepping back from the angry Solosis' face.