"A game of chess, is it?" said Aldrich. "You don't see pawns taking kings very often."
Nico's eyes glowered. "Consider this an exception."
Aldrich addressed Feather but did not turn his back on Nico. The Sword Capo was too dangerous to do that to.
"Feather, leave this area. Vexa will guide you to safety," said Aldrich.
"Already on it!" Feather sprinted away, his footsteps heavy and crunching as they sloppily meandered over the forest floor.
"No minions?" Nico's golden eyes flickered about, scanning Aldrich's surroundings. "Every battle report done on you indicates you fight with a variety of soldiers. A lonesome king is rather defenseless, wouldn't you say?"
"You don't have to worry. My soldiers are everywhere," said Aldrich. He began to raise his hands into the air. Green necromantic energy flickered about his fingers. His mist cloyed and settled on the many corpses littering the large clearing - the corpses of variants that Nico had slaughtered. "[Serve]."
