In the darkness of a void that stretched infinitely, Torq found himself staring at the figure of the Celestial Rotock standing a fair distance away, shaping its Quills to form two hands, poised on either side.
Held by the left hand was the Celestial Boar and held by the right hand was the Royal Zinger. And then, the Celestial Rotock announced.
[Choose, Brat! Who do you want dead first?]
"Unhand them, you fucker!" Torq roared and charged at the Celestial Rotocok, futilely realising the distance between them wasn't in the slightest bit decreasing. "Dammit!"
[You can never stop my assault until you gain the qualifications to interfere with my actions.]
The Celestial Rotocok announced calmly and used one of its three beaks to point at the arms of the Royal Zinger. Its second beak pointed towards the stomach of the Celestial Boar.
