"Well, there are a lot of them. I will take care of eight of them. You can get the rest!" Fenrir smirked.
"You are too full of yourself to think that you're able to fight all eight of them at once. It'll be my job!"
"What? I can even do nine of them!"
"I can do ten!"
Nathan's eyebrows twitched as he couldn't help but say, "You guys don't forget that I'm here, right?"
The two completely ignored him, to the point where their bragging became out of control.
"I will eliminate sixteen of them."
"There are only fifteen. You're stupid!"
The aliens obviously didn't care about their argument. After regaining their composure from Noelle's blade, they started running toward them.
"Enough! Each of us gets 5. Kill them first and help me later!" Nathan raised his voice.
"…" Both of them were glaring at each other, but because of Nathan's decision, they harrumphed and started choosing their own opponent.