Malthus had brought his family to the fight.
Because why settle a grudge like a man when you can turn it into a full-blown family picnic? A grudge match is so pedestrian. A family brawl? That's a limited-time engagement. That's premium content.
They weren't weak, of course. They were his bloodline — basically the deluxe edition of disappointment with extra stats, like a poorly designed video game character with one maxed-out skill: Grudge-Holding (Passive).
Malthus' mother was fighting Sexis' mother — a clash so fierce it looked less like combat and more like two Wi-Fi routers trying to connect to the same device, occasionally emitting high-pitched screams that were definitely not part of the standard protocol. Every move was less about damage and more about establishing dominance in the suburban battlefield of emotional trauma.
