"Oh, old man, first time meeting, got anything to say?"
From my high vantage point, I looked down at the withered old man thrown onto the ground like trash, and flashed a ghastly smile as I asked.
Protos Warriors don't know how to treat elderly prisoners of war gently. The latter had practically been dragged all the way here by two ferocious aliens before being tossed in front of us, and with the sheer impact, he had almost lost the strength to rise, only able to gaze around with eyes wide with confusion and panic at the odd assortment of warriors.
"I already told you, we had you surrounded, yet you wouldn't believe it."
"This... this isn't fair!" Completely against our expectations, Makoto Zangyan still had the energy to protest, "How could the Holy Grail War... How could such peculiar things appear! What kind of monsters are you? Who summoned you? The old man has never heard of such things in the world..."
