Aldric the First still wore a full suit of armor, his head crowned by a massive horned helmet. The great, curving horns radiated a strange authority, and the sight alone was enough to stop people in their tracks.
"Hey, man, that's a killer cosplay! Which club are you with?"
A man wrapped in a headcloth stepped closer, his outfit resembling the robes of an Indian mystic.
Aldric stared blankly, unmoved by the stranger's rapid English. When the man noticed the confusion, he tried again in simpler words.
"Club?" Aldric repeated, his voice muffled through the helm. The modern word meant nothing to him, and he only looked more puzzled.
Watching from above, Ethan laughed quietly. He nudged the Shatterstar's controls, guiding the massive mech away and leaving Aldric to bewilder the crowd as he pleased.
