"Did we do it?" Astaroth inquired.
"Not sure..." Aston replied, scratching his head. "Let's head outside and look?"
"The last one outside is gay-"
"Seriously, dude? Grow the fuck up!" Ashton rolled his eyes, but the next second rushed outside.
Within moments, Ashton and Astaroth rushed outside, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the spaceship attacking them.
The echo of their footsteps reverberated through the deserted landscape. Suddenly, they saw the smoking wreckage of the spacecraft, crashed and broken. Their cannons had found their mark.
Ashton and Astaroth exchanged triumphant glances, a fleeting sense of relief washing over them.
"We did it!" Ashton exclaimed, a grin breaking across his face.
Astaroth nodded, his eyes scanning the wreckage. "Looks like they won't be bothering us anymore."
