In short order, four of the five aliens have been dealt with, the only one left standing grievously wounded by the dhampir as his falchion bites deep into its green exoskeleton, blood oozing from the soft organs beneath, promising a demise far more painful than the ones suffered by the helpless prisoners it and the rest of its patrol executed. It snarls defiantly, its visage too alien for Zelthos to read any fear it may or may not feel. But there still remains time for others to prevent it from cutting the summoner's promise short...