As Alan was about to cleave Alpha's head from her body, his fist came to an abrupt stop. Someone had stopped it, even though his body should have failed him by now.
Alan turned his head to stare at Beta, who flinched. The man had run here in an instant to stop his fist. Strange, Alan was certain he had punched his face so hard the skull should have caved into the brain.
Apparently, he could survive that. The twin's seemed to have a regeneration feature as well. Although pathetic compared to his. He shouldn't really judge, everything on this planet was strange.
He shouldn't have expected him to die with that. No matter, next he would evaporate the poor bastard.
"Blood Suckers…"
A faint voice echoed from his front, Alan turned around to see a swarm of red flying towards him, colliding with his body and sending him flying back. They were creatures made of mana and blood, mosquitoes with the ability to pierce anything but him.
