Ah, that one. The very fact that he rode forward and accepted that challenge was impressive enough, it'd been ages since any single person, upon witnessing the dragon's full outrage, was still bold enough to face him.

Foul his temper might have been, Gold Tooth's own convoluted and twisted code of honor bade him to descend from the clouds, mirrored blue scales reflecting back the angry black sky. After all... it wasn't as worthy of bragging to just hurl lightning from the sky and blow away an army. That wasn't going to get him the attention he liked so much. And the king, in his bold display here, at the very least rendered himself worthy of a face to face battle.

Two hundred plus feet of him alighted upon the ground, his long and heavy, black barbed tail dragging a deep furrow across the ground as he did. Golden chains clattered in a beard that seemed less like hair and more like a long, bristling collection of quills. As if to emphasize the creature's vicious, protruding teeth, one man sized canine seemed similarly to be crafted of gold, no doubt lost years ago perhaps in a quite similar situation.

"Come move me yourself, ye proud fool. I'll stay till I see fit to leave, I'll not be ordered around by gnats!"