Loki began arranging their defenses. They would hold out for as long as they could.
"Everyone, our goal is to defend with everything we've got!"
Hyperion nodded emphatically. "Exactly! We have to show them the might of us Generals!"
Loki vaguely sensed something was off, but he didn't dwell on it. "As long as we hold out until the boss gets back, we're golden!"
Hyperion's white teeth shone brilliantly. "I'll show the boss my loyalty and strength! I, Hyperion, am the number one General!"
Loki suddenly realized what was wrong.
The Generals: We'll stall, find a chance to hand the Space Stone over to The Ancient One and the others, then run.
Hyperion: Fight battles others dare not fight, challenge people others dare not challenge, and accomplish what others cannot! Forge unrivaled might!
The Generals looked at this fellow who was clearly on a completely different wavelength, and a vague sense of unease crept over them.
Loki discreetly exchanged glances with the other Generals, asking whether they should tell Hyperion the truth.
The Generals shook their heads frantically.
What a joke. If an Intelligence Lowland knew how to act, could he still be called an Intelligence Lowland?
Hyperion watched everyone suddenly moving in unison, bewildered. "What's wrong with you guys?"
Loki patted his shoulder with a kindly smile. "Nothing, nothing. Old Hyperion, when it comes to conquering new territory, nobody does it better than you!"
When it comes to taking a beating, you're the expert!
Hyperion said proudly, "I wanted to keep a low profile, but you even noticed such an insignificant strength of mine!"
"Great! Go for it! We're behind you!"
The Generals all put on kindly smiles.
"Hyperion is mighty! Go get them!"
"Our old Hyperion really is the strongest!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
With unspoken coordination, everyone dumped the