Both groups couldn't help but stare at the figures in the sky. The Thilku had grown used to Khan's unfathomable strength, but the Ef'i had yet to witness his improvements. That sudden sprint told them everything they needed to know. Their initial impression of Khan was spot-on.
Khan slowly descended to the ground, dropping the two fighters. Mezmac and the Thilku quickly found stable footing and straightened their backs, seemingly ready to resume battle stances. However, the azure light shining on them interrupted that desire. Khan watched them closely, and everyone could hear the silent threat behind his cold face.
"[Reattach your fingers]," Khan ordered in the Thilku language before switching to the Ef'i's one. "[If your Embassy doesn't have a medical bay, I'll provide one]."
"[The Thilku carry wounds of battle with pride]," The Thilku claimed in his language.
"[Onia's stars burn hotter]," Mezmac snorted in her language.
