"Ha! Leaving so sssoon brother?" Deathwing chortles, eyes widening with maddened glee. The leviathan doesn't bother turning around -- the wingbeats tell their own story, and he isn't all that interested in stopping him. The two he's most interested in are sitting right in front of him.

"How rude of him, to leave the females in waiting," he adds, sitting on his haunches and scratching his plated stomach idly. There's an awful metallic sound that echoes through the mountain peaks as his nails, hard as diamonds, make contact with the protection there. "Though I suppose it comes of no surprise to either of you that I remain the most sensible...of the three of us."