There, in the shadows. Oh, good. That had worked, and Wrathion had gotten his attention. He had hoped so.

Theatrical as ever, the dragon offers the big man a wild-eyed grin, and he bows to him, then beckons at him. Though...he doesn't look like much, compared to Zenos himself. (Were he asked, Wrathion would admit he looked ridiculous.)

That does not stop Wrathion in the slightest. He slings the gaff off of his back, fully prepared to engage in battle--but his way. He flexes his shoulders, loosens his stance, and lifts his chin in pure defiance.