“Too bad you’re locked up in here instead of out there fighting your sworn enemy,” the guard taunted him.

“Yes. Too bad,” Hundun replied. “Care to look at my latest horn? I just finished it.”

He slipped the horn through the bars of his cell and stepped back.

Boom! The horn exploded, knocking the prison guard off his feet and blasting away the cell bars. Hundun stepped out into freedom.

“I will crush the Dragon Warrior and pluck his title, like I pluck a yam from a tree and squeeze its squishiness, the way one would squeeze a squishy yam of revenge!” he roared with an evil laugh. “Ready or not, Po. Here I come!”