Elliot whirled around in surprise. He recognized that voice. It was the alien he just defeated! Jagor Tawlon!
True enough, the pale human figure of Jagor Tawlon appeared in his sights, floating in mid-air with three pairs of huge angelic wings flapping lazily behind him.
His hybrid human form was smaller than Elliot's mighty White Dragon Beast Form, but his magnificent wings made him look as large and as menacing as Elliot.
"Elliot Musk." Jagor Tawlon's metallic voice rasped eerily from his glorious angelic figure.
Elliot merely growled in response. His beast form had no speaking capabilities.
Plus, in his mind, the aliens were the antagonists deserving to die horrible deaths multiple times over. They took his world and burned it to the ground, and made a game out of the ashes that remained.
