"Please, Don't kill us!"
"Yes! We'll do anything! Don't kill us!!"
"We can fight for you! Yes! Kill the Emperor! You can be the Dragons' Emperor, we'll help with that."
"Not only that! We'll also help you in everything, the people will have to obey you! Just don't kill us!"
"Yes, we can be your dogs!"
"We'll even be more than you dog! If you want, we can be your slaves."
Michael and his group stood frozen hearing the nine guards of the Dragon empire, the ones proclaimed as the strongest, was now kneeling before them, crying and begging like miserable children.
"You all do know I'm not a Dragon, right?" He asked, his tone calm as ever.
"Yes! Powers is all that matters, with us by your side-- No... With us Behind you, No one will dare say otherwise." The old man said.
The nine were on the ground, Kowtowing to Michael.
