"Come out, little bitchtard."
Zion's gruff voice matches the twisted grimace on his face. With every breath, steam blows from his mouth and nose.
Soon, the person lingering in the shadows stepped into the pulsing light that Zeth's green glow provides.
Zeth stood unmoved and silent. His stationary state renders him useless. His body rooted in the sandy ground, the crusty shell of his body flakes with every passing second.
"What's wrong with your friend?"
The person from the shadows said, caressing Zeth's unresponsive skull face.
The light reveals more of his features. The person from the shadows wears his jumpsuit zipped and buttoned up.
"I don't know. If I were you, I'd be more worried about me. Are you the octard with the tentacles?"
Zion cracks his knuckles, punching his fists against each other.
"Ha!"
The person shakes his head lightly, chuckling. The lenses of his eyeglasses glimmered.
"No, it was my teammate. I bet he's taking good care of your female friends."
