Chapter 701 - Madness

Reaching such a critical juncture in their short-lived battle to the death, the old man behind the bronze face mask exploded into a violent, maddened cackle. His voice seemed hoarse, croaky, sounding much more coarse than before.

Even the volume of his speech was not stable, reaching a higher amplitude at mid-sentence before returning to the same crazed gravel an instant later. Adding to the fact that the reptilian tongue was especially attuned to a series of click, and throat-induced intonations, his speech was growing increasingly difficult, gradually harder and harder to understand.

"[Reptilian] Since things have come to this… do not blame me for what is to come! You have given no leeway, I shan't give one either!" He stopped only to explode into another peal of terrifying chortle once more. 

Taking a couple of seconds to gather himself, the old crafty skink added.