After beheading the forty-six heroes like he was playing fruit ninja with heads, Malthus turned around.
He faced me and the blood spots on his body screamed the tales of the Heroes' heads.
"Now," He spoke. His voice carried the thrill of murdering. "Are you finally serious, Human King?"
"Yes. That's why.."
All three of us jumped back from Malthus.
I was between Erect and Sexis and Erect was even trembling. He was the last alive Hero. All of his comrades were dead.
"I am sorry for your loss, my human Racis friend." Sexis said, his ten scythe arms ready to protect him.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Now you won't be able to order anyone around."
I turned to him. "That's what you are sorry about?"
"Mostly yes."
This bish..
Forget it.
"Call your alien soldiers now. We need firepower. Just like I have those heroes you must have some Aliens like that too. Call them."
"I don't have anything like that."
