[SRuiz]

Davis occasionally glanced every now and then. The large figures walking through seemed endless as some of them wanted to bring their apparent conquests with them. Some seemed rather comfortable with their predicament, their belly filled with hostile life. Others, like this one man, seemed to have a hint of defiance remaining in his soul, though the female alien who brought him tugged hum along, her eyes having a sharp magenta shade and her white hair flowing like a lion's mane. She was the oldest of the daughters he heard, the one who prompted such a notion to Zodbar in the first place. That was if the alien wasn't already considering the thought given the trouble he already put them through.

Seeing the figure approach him with a female, whose belly was glowing with life, literally, under the partially dim light setting made him look away from them both. "Fuck off."

The guards who kept him sitting chuckled a bit, some telling the prince to break him. As if that was going to happen. Whatever this fighting entailed, the concept had to be the same right? Beat someone to a bloody pulp and claim victory. Davis never had the fortune of making such an alien bleed, but he would today.