He'd been working in Toffee's lizard army for years at this point. He was one of Toffee's best soldiers, who'd been there for the longest amount of time and was Toffee's most loyal soldier.

Rasticore was Toffee's number one. Toffee, as his general, was what Rasticore dedicated his life to. The army, the war, and the fellow lizard soldiers. That was his life.

Right now, he was ”training” with some other soldiers. Basically just beating them up. And Rasticore, being as strong as he was, was winning just fights.