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Spyro was trying to reign in his hurt at losing Ignitus. He barely even saw him for a few hours before traveling to the ring of fire, and now he would never get another opportunity to talk to him again. Cynder was a comfort to have at his side, but she was shaking in fear at the possibility of what Malefor could do to her.
And he didn't know how to reassure her.
“Are you ready?” He asked his friend/love/companion.
“As ready as I will ever be. Together?” Cynder replied back her voice holding trepidation and fear.
“Together.”
They pushed open the warfang dragon temple doors and walked into the dimly lit room beyond, where the dark master was sitting on his haunches on what was clearly a throne he had made.
Spyro thought it was shoddy work, no intricate details and distinguishing features, essentially just two slabs of rock at a ninety degree angle. Terrador would never be caught dead having such a lackluster creation as his chair.
“Ah you have arrived. I'm surprised to see you here Spyro, I wonder how you managed to get across the ring of fire.” The dark master's voice was malice and cruelty with every word. His eyes were locked onto Cynder, barely having flickered to Spyro.
“You're shit at making armies and defenses. And your throne sucks too. Although that should be expected from a lightless.” Spyro said with utter derision towards the soon to be dead abomination before him. His patron would not have guided him this far to have him fail at the final hurdle.
“You seem to be under a misunderstanding, the only thing that I wanted to succeed was Cynder. She has been and remains mine, despite your attempts at freeing her. Even now she only remains ‘free’ because I allow it.” Malefor mocked. His eyes broke contact with Cynder to look at the younger purple dragon.
Spyro barely paid what the thing before him was saying any attention. Lightless always tried to get into your head. “Uh huh. Sure. I believe you, lightless.”
Cynder was shooting him unsure glances but keeping quiet, clearly glad to not have Malefor focused on her anymore.
“Surely you know my name by now. I know Cynder has told you it along with—”
Spyro spotted a bug crawling along the floor and snatched it into his mouth, chomping down on its hard shell to make it crack obnoxiously loud interrupting the dark master.
Malefor's face scrunched up in utter disgust. “I see you are a barbaric little thing. Did the gua–”
Crunch
Spyro chomped down on the bug again, making Malefor's eyes twitch.
“And unmannered as well. How Cynd-”
CRUNCH
Spyro chomped down again louder, interrupting the evil thing again.
“... Is this your idea of a joke? I am the master of darkness and magic! No one has ever achieved as much as -”
Spyro spat the now chewed up bug carcass at Malefor's face, hitting him on the forehead with a splat.
“Pffft! Hehehe hahahaha!” Cynder started laughing, her fear and apprehension gone at the sheer disrespect Spyro had just dealt.
“I left your friends and family alive to witness your final defeat at my paws! I could have kil-”
CRUNCH!!!
Malefor had a look of utter fury on his face now, but he still attempted to start speaking again, clearly still intending to try and pull some type of mind game against him and Cynder but Spyro having grown up with dragonflies knew well how to stop monologuing evil beings.
He spat the second bug straight down Malefor's throat to shut him up. His aim was unparalleled when it came to spitting.
—--
Malefor had intended to start attacking Spyro in his confidence of what was true and raise his doubts about Cynder before he took back control over Cynder and had her attack Spyro, but now he was seriously considering just killing the whelp and forcing Cynder back into her place after.
Still to do that would be to concede the little annoyance was winning in some way. Unacceptable.
Growling in fury he struggled to rein in his corruption enhanced anger despite his mastery over corruption, “You are going to regret that. I'll make sure to have my Cyn-”
He was cut off by Cynder now chomping down on a bug, copying Spyro's actions.
He could feel his eyes start twitching. He was going to force her to clean her mouth and throat now before he –
His thoughts were interrupted by both young whelps chomping down on a bug in sync, and then spitting the remains at him.
“Alright fuck this. I'm gonna tear you both apart and put Cynder back together once I'm done.” He tried to remain calm and composed only to have Spyro smirk in utter condensation and spit a forth bug into his eye.
Malefor knew then and there even if he somehow by some miracle lost the fight it would still be less insulting and humiliating to him than what Spyro had already done. He lunged forward knocking them both out of the temple and into the open air with a roar of anger, where Cynder nailed him in the other eye with her second bug.
He was going to have to come up with some way to degrade and reprimand his Cynder for her actions, but mostly he would make sure Spyro suffered for corrupting what was his. She hadn’t been like this before meeting the other whelp.
His thoughts were broken by Spyro throwing an earth blast of chewed up bug bits at him.
No, the insult towards him would never leave this fight alive.