Dingodile's eyes narrowed, like a predator spotting its prey. Soon. One day he had to lose attention and that would be his downfall. His fangs bared in a sadistic grin, it has been a long time since he grinned like that. This was a grin that appeared when he knew there was going to be bloodshed, and there was nothing that could stop him from shedding it himself. He just had to be careful not to hit Fordo who appeared out of nowhere or Agent 3.
"Break out the butter, I'm gonna make toast!" He roared as he leapt up and a stream of flames billowed out of his flamethrower, torching everything that even dared to get close to the all-consuming element. Was there irony in the fact that a flamethrower was being wielded by a creature that is part crocodile, a creature commonly associated with water? Probably, but all Dingodile wanted to do now was roast that warrior to cinders. And if they didn't move out of the way, that was a major possibility.
"Break out the butter, I'm gonna make toast!" He roared as he leapt up and a stream of flames billowed out of his flamethrower, torching everything that even dared to get close to the all-consuming element. Was there irony in the fact that a flamethrower was being wielded by a creature that is part crocodile, a creature commonly associated with water? Probably, but all Dingodile wanted to do now was roast that warrior to cinders. And if they didn't move out of the way, that was a major possibility.