“You can’t do that,” Ciano said, his mouth going dry.
“No? Watch this.” In a single blurring movement Kston sprang at the two men nearest him, leaping high to bring him above their shoulders and striking down on their heads with both fists. They dropped to the floor with concave skulls impacted into their collar bones.
“What I mean,” Ciano mumbled, cowering back, “Is that even if you killed everybody in this room you wouldn’t have gained anything. There will always be others to take our places. I mean, there’s a whole city out there…with thousands and thousands of human settlers in it … and you would have to kill every one of them.”
“But, Johnny! That’s exactly what this humble being intends to do!” Smiling his dark grey smile, the black cabochons of his eyes gleaming with ingenuous pleasure, the Dorrinian envoy went to work.