The sky lord smashed things in the center control room of his spaceship, he went about throwing his legs and smashing metal desks in frustration.
"Damn it! Damn that bastard! Arghh!!"
The soldiers tentatively stayed on one side, ready to carry the next thing he throws or better still catch it.
The sky lord leaned on a half destroyed table, his shoulders heaving. He looked to his side–towards the window of the ship as it flew farther away.
"Who is that bastard…"
"I said who is thar crazy bastard!!!" He bellowed, raised the entire desk, easily separating it from the metallic floor of the ship and smashing it through one of his soldiers.
The other quickly straightened themselves. Beneath those silver helmet, their faces trembled with streams of sweat.
None of them could respond to him. It was not like they knew whom he was talking about. Even they had never met this bastard he spoke of.
