Conscious about the limitation, N'Ïrk has a straightforward answer to solve the impromptu outcome regarding the offensive capabilities of his trustworthy companion, dispelling two thirds of the ethereal pikes.
With only eight floating weapons, the fearsome descendant of the Ignay'Thus Family resumes with his counter assault, throwing like harpoons the sharp energy constructions of the Tyrant's Grasp.
The efficiency increases significantly, not only the small blades have a higher speed, more maneuverable, easier to control and denser, their structure more refined and closer to actual energy weapons and not simply the focused Passive Induction of N'Ïrk's Empiric Energy.
The improved version of the immaterial blades start dealing greater damage with every impact they deliver, eliminating one by one the Usurpers that are in the Cantina, stepping out of the building to face the enemies in the street.
Nevertheless, the exterior is an actual bloodshed. The lifeless corpses of dozens of Usurpers are paving the area.
Nouy'Zula is dismembering enemies as if they were made of moldable clay, just like Bverxkka.
Though the melancholic young man has his body clad in a Burgundy metalized Bio-Organic exoskeleton, his height and size has proportionally doubled, reaching three and a half meters, with a long feline tail with three terminations, moving it like a whip and taking down Usurpers left and right, literally turning them into dust with one hit of his furry limb.
Like Troy had pointed out, the chitinous Anthropoids have no Emenelds to protect themselves, and it's clear that not all of them are able, or capable, of becoming Embryon Contractors, regardless if they have the weird daggers or not.
The last of the Usurpers attempts to flee, but it is pointless, getting striked in the nape with a perfect headshot emitted by Evennette's Pistol.
Moments later. The propellers of more than one helicopter are heard across the sky, hovering over the cantina's street, followed by a loud male voice proclaiming an ultimatum using a powerful set of speakers.
"Drop your weapons, and Surrender yourselves Usurpers. Do not resist. Especially you. Burgundy Usurper".
Bverxkka has a Purple Glint surrounding his towering silhouette, as his voice is firm and threatening, lacking his distinctive stoicism.
"I am not an Usurper. My Name is Marshack Reiker Bverxkka. Absolute Sovereign of the Trans-Existencial Superior Intergalactic Multi-Species Civilization of the Hûrngöth from Hûlfheadnär. Stop targeting me and those under my protection with your ludicrous toys you dare to think of as weapons. Or i'll turn this small, pathetic, deplorable and backwards world you call home, into a desolate, radiation ridden wasteland. Don't worry. I will leave you and your population alive, so that you can witness first hand the consequences of your stupidity, watching powerlessly as everyone around you fights over unsavory crumbs that will not satisfy their hunger, and will only aggravate their decaying deteriorate bodies, accelerating their already imminent demise".
The fear of the pilots and gunners in the helicopters, makes them turn their turrets towards Bverxkka.
The voice of the Absolute Sovereign was heard by every inhabitant of the planet.
This creates a fitting outcome for the Combined Triquetra. Because the hotheaded Commander leading the helicopters, is contacted directly by the President of his Nation, ordering him to calm down his troops and remain on hold until further instructions.
"My government is dispatching a dignitary to have a diplomatic conversation with you Absolute Sovereign. We request you to not leave the Town, and we are grateful for your prompt intervention, eliminating the hideous threat the Usurpers represent".
Although the speech is kind, the intonation lacks a sense of truthfulness from the person delivering the message, which is irrelevant to Bverxkka, who returns to his normal appearance as he walks towards N'Ïrk.
"Did you order food?. I am a bit hungry".
"We didn't do it Bverxkka. We wanted to wait for everyone to eat together".
"I see…". With a flicker of his hand, Marshack lifts the Usurpers corpses with telekinesis, effectively cleaning the area from any foul mass and odors, compressing the bodies into a tiny black ball that is devoured by the Absolute Sovereign.
His expression is hilarious and goofy, like a little kid tasting garlic for the first time. "This tastes disgusting. I can't believe we gave «Gravastanio» to feed our best subjects. I used to eat this myself!. How disgusting are Flavors, Sensations, and Emotions, all of them are a huge unnecessary burden!. Why are all of you so determined to feel this kind of nuisances?!".
The rant of the not stoic nonchalant melancholic Bverxkka is a feast for the eyes, giggles and snorts from every member of the Combined Triquetra.
"Perhaps because all the bad things are overshadowed by how exquisite the few good things we experience are".
Marshack watches N'Ïrk for a moment, slapping softly the young man's shoulder but almost disjointing it in the process. "I hope you are right. I am still learning. This is new for me, and being logical all the time is quite boring. Any suggestions on how to be more fun or overally improve?".
"Sex". Shamelessly says N'Ïrk, causing an awkward laugh in Marshack. *Ha Ha*. "You sounded like «My Not Friend» Shlõvthy".
"So he is not your friend?". Asks N'Ïrk, having an interesting response from the Absolute Sovereign.
"Not yet. He is too weak to that, because he believes he deserve every speck of pain due to his wrongdoings across his eons of lifespan. Though. Friendship is only achieved when acquired among equals, or that's the best way for it to be a lasting bond. But as i just said. I am learning. I may be wrong…".
The members of the Combined Triquetra go back to the Cantina, but instead of Marshack using telekinesis to arrange tables together for the group.
The twelve youngsters work together, a slow but significant moment in which they have a touching start after the massacre they perpetrate minutes ago.
Drinks and food are kindly brought by the waitress, while Nayeli uses a healing ability to partially cure Oddette's shoulder.
In addition. Everyone sets their eyes on the blonde lady, waiting for her to speak. After all, the Usurpers made a big fuss just to kill her…