*SNIIIIIF*
"Ahhhh! Can you smell them Kragg? So many of them. I have grown accustomed to the smell of their fear." Vrakul proclaimed with a boastful yell as he turned up to the mech to his right.
Kragg rolled his eyes. First, he very much doubted Vrakul could smell fear. Drakoshi don't have the biology for that. Second, they were still a few miles away and third. He was inside his air pressurised mech. No smells were getting through. Still, he humoured the Warlord.
"Yes. I can. Many are going to be crushed beneath my weight this day."
Vrakul turned around and began walking backwards, raising his arms high addressing the clone masses. "Are you all ready to follow your Warlords into a glorious, bloody conflict! Are you clones ready to bring glory to your clans!"
