George didn't dare to turn, but his senses updated him on the troublesome scene. He had hoped to exploit that opportunity to fulfill his final goal, but evolved warriors kept hindering his plans.
The invaders' leader didn't care about George at all, his scarlet eyes still gazing at the city as black rivers kept expanding throughout its streets.
Meanwhile, the second one-horned figure seemed set on joining the battle on the street. He was shorter than his companion but still tall. He was far leaner, too, and long black hair fluttered alongside his cape while he descended through the air.
The differences didn't stop at those superficial features. Trails of smoke detached themselves from the cloud's main body to follow the leaner alien in his descent.
Part of that smoke fused with the gaseous, coiled shape around the alien's arm, but the rest of it headed for the street, preceding the evolved warrior in his landing.
