The four invaders exchanged a glance before raising their weapons, then hesitated. One of them muttered something through their modulator.
"We should just shoot him. It will make them die too quick."
Hearing that, the others chuckling darkly as they put away their rifles. Then each drawing a sword with a gleaming red laser blade. The leader stepped forward, his stance radiating both confidence and contempt.
"What are you natives doing here?" he asked with blade humming ominously in his hand.
Elena, Darek, and Tovan instinctively took a step back, fear flickering across their faces. They were vastly outnumbered, with minimal weaponry, and fighting the invaders openly like this was far from ideal. The three of them knew that fighting these invaders in a direct fight would likely end badly for them.
But Eccar seemed entirely unfazed, his light smile unwavering as he shrugged casually.