The sledgehammer was, of course, the hyper intelligent third child.
"Stop squabbling you guys! Look at daddy! There's something seriously wrong with him!" He roared with all of his little voice.
At that moment, as the AI's translation sounded lightly through the speakers within our exosuits, I could feel my heart drop like a mic drop from a raised stage down to the dance floor.
I winced and glanced at my big bro to see what his reaction was, but to my frustration, he was being a complete Bruce Pang.
There was no panic, no worries, just a Mecha God casually studying the dragons and his surroundings.
Thankfully for us, even though they were terrifying dragons that could easily rule the world with their matchless might, they were also like any family out there.
They don't pay much attention to their youngest kids.
