BlueOctober
A Disposable Teen
In front of him, just 15 feet away, was a strange figure, standing at 5'11, he had a metalic mask, with an orange blinking dot in the corner, in his right hand a long whip like object blazed and crackled.
"Venkur" (scum) he spoke
The young man observed the figure standing in front of him, and then recoiled at the sudden utterance. He didn't understand the alien language, but he certainly didn't like the tone that the man(?) took with him. Ferron held up his hands to show that he didn't have his weapons. "Woah, hey, little guy." Ferron immediately cursed himself for that, especially since he only stood about a couple of inches taller than the figure. "I don't mean you any harm."