Something else stirred deep within King, something new, something furious. A white-hot anger filled King's entire being, and he let it out. A brilliant flame flew from King's gaping maw, showering Anguirus' form in a great and destructive blast. As King stood above the charred and dying form of Anguirus, he said only one thing. "Pride cometh before the fall." Then King walked back to his group of new friends, feeling no remorse for taking the life of such a loathsome beast. No longer would King be