"Give you something? Don't make me laugh," Jiang Fei scoffed. Compared to those surrounding him, he was as calm as a cucumber. He had sheer confidence that he would be able to defeat all of them even if they were all unharmed and well.
"Looks like someone has never been fed with a serving of beating before!" one of Tchaikovsky's subordinates snarled. His voice bubbled as if he were talking whilst gurgling marbles. He had a humanoid appearance but compared to his head and body, his limbs and his legs were rotten as if they were pieces of raw meat that had been left in the open for a week and were infested with worms and maggots.
Ishtarian
Combat Level: 540,000
Note: A race of evil nature. Cruel and merciless. Their main offense of choice are poison and venom. They will not hesitate to use it on friends or foe.
