The lizards, bruised and battered, dragged themselves back up. Some leaned on each other, blood running down their scales, but their eyes still burned with rage. Their leader, the one Xavier first decked, spat a mix of saliva and blood onto the cracked dance floor.
"You fucked with the wrong brood, human. This isn't over. We'll get our revenge."
Xavier dusted his sleeves, acting like he hadn't just reduced half a dozen aliens into meat bags. His smirk widened. "Revenge? Don't flatter yourselves. I was drunk, my body slipped everywhere, and my fists and feet just… accidentally landed on all your ugly faces. Nothing personal."
The brood hissed, but before they could lunge again, the club's bouncers stormed in—massive cyber-enhanced men in black suits, their eyes glowing faint red as their implants scanned the scene. Behind them, the club manager, a sharp-looking alien with translucent skin that shimmered under the neon, walked in, glaring at the wreckage.
