Festival Of Blood (2)

"No volunteers?" Ashton mocked the six guards before him. "And here I thought going against Xyrans was asking for death. But can cowards like you even kill a roach?"

"You... fuck get ready!" one of the xyrans yelled. "We'll end this bastard right here and now!"

Amidst the chaos and flickering lights of the mine, the only thing Xyrans registered was Ashton's emotionless face. The Xyrans underwent extensive training and protocols, unlike the humanoid creature before them.

However, even if all their heightened sense and reflexes, the Xyrans were still hesitant when it came to engaging the intruder. But since Ashton's words had hurt their pride, they couldn't stay idle and do nothing about it.

The air crackled with tension as the remaining Xyrans encircled Ashton, cutting off his escape path. Fear and a determination to prove their worth could be seen in their eyes, but all of it wouldn't account for much against someone like Ashton.