I Am No Slave

Helas stood at the forefront, arguing with the large bastard: "You will not receive any more than what you have already taken from us! Prepare to die!"

"Die?" The blue slug laughed, "Haha! And who will be doing the killing exactly? You? You couldn't kill me in a thousand years."

Helas paused, furrowing his eyebrows, "I bet if all of us were to attack at once, we would be able to take you down with ease."

The blue-skinned criminal clenched his jaw, looking around at the furious expressions of the various natives that were gathered around.

'They aren't weak. I might even face a bit of trouble. But... I would still win.' He declared to himself. He suddenly looked past his shoulder, "Brother?" He said under his breath.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, "So... you succeeded." He grinned.

He quickly turned to face the Zasean natives again, "So... will one of you step forward, or will I have to butcher several of you first!?"