Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[rumbling in distance]
You are a corruption that imagines itself a dragon.
[growls]
[Kashurra grunts]
You will find me more formidable than a mouse.
The Thunder is dead. I serve the Worldwyrm. I protect the Eye.
It's our only chance, Princess. You are our only chance.
[Hieronimo] I'm proud of you.
No more than a mouse.
Your goddess is risen.
Goddess.
No!
I propose, we slay the abomination together
Marci, we won. You saved me. You believed in me.
[grunting]
[Slyrak] You think of little else. You would kill for her.
Broken in every way.
I am disinclined to end your life.
You would have me fight for her,
[panting]
Now move aside.
[ominous music playing]
I'll write a poem. It will be beautiful. It will be for you.
Then we will fight, little mouse.
I didn't.
My armies, my gold. All of it is yours.