Divine Journey

--You. Don't touch. The Hieroglyphist. He. Isn't. Teaching. Me. His. Language. Yet.

- He killed my brother, - Siegfried's eyes flashed with fire, and his heart quickened its pace.
The celestial being, sunk in prostration, felt like a piece of furniture; his hearing picked up nothing but the incoherent speech of the reptile, and his eyes followed the brigand without blinking.
This scoundrel can't do anything to me. Dressed in black, covered in toothpicks, thinks he's cool and scary, deliberately lowers his voice and speaks slowly. We used to deal with guys like that with our bare hands on the fifth sector, and this pathetic groundling is no match for them. I can break a blade with two fingers.
What can you expect from a non-human? Will he splash me with slime? Judging by what I saw after crossing the border, it's better for guys like him not to get too cocky.