Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

Taking down the boy was easy, too easy in fact. He fell beneath him in an instant and now the dragon loomed over his victim with that smug smile. Finally after all these weeks of loss after loss, he was the victorious one. But as the moments dragged on, as he looked upon this boy's tear-stained face, his cheshire grin slowly fell. The heavy feeling of dissatisfaction still weighed his stomach down. Why? Success was all he wanted and he got that now. And it was so effortless to obtain! There, that was the problem. Orochi wanted a fight as always. He wanted this boy to hit him, push him away, do something. All he got was a simple question. He knew then that this was no triumphant victory.

Orochi raked his paws through the dirt and he growled and he hissed. He was still a loser. Shut up! he spat. You still lost. Against a god damn brat too! You lost, you lost, you lost. There was no use in remedying this pain. The only way to do that was if this boy set his teeth upon him. That was never going to happen, all he did was cry. He was too weak to fight.

Orochi backed off his victim, his eyes fixated on the muddy earth. Take your stupid stick and get out of here. He looked up with a glare. Don't let me see your face again. I won't be so easy on you next time.