The battle ended quickly. Even using only hand-to-hand combat, the Battle Sister was more than a match for the Orcs happily roasting meat. Soon, there was no more noise from above, and Su Ming lightly leaped onto the balcony as well.
The relay equipment was relatively intact, though about thirty percent of its components were missing, and it was spitting sparks and black smoke.
The sister came over carrying a Squig corpse and tossed it onto the floor in front of Su Ming. The soft little creature made a squelching sound.
"They seem to have treated this place like a kitchen."
"I have no way of understanding how Greenskins think. I have no idea why they would roast meat hundreds of meters in the air." Su Ming shook his head and picked up the little monster's corpse for inspection. "I once heard a Catachan soldier say this thing tasted like chicken."
Catachan was a famous jungle planet, where the environment was fraught with danger. Its ordinary soldiers could each be described as a combination of Rambo and Bear Grylls.
The sister shook her head, turned to deal with the equipment, and casually said, "This thing is far too unclean to be food. Still, I can understand the warriors' choice. Sometimes, there simply is no other choice."
Deathstroke tugged at the corpse in his hand. It could stretch like an accordion, then bounce back once he let go. It was rather amusing.
"Who knows when reinforcements will arrive after we send the signal. How about we try this? I don't know exactly what kind of Squig this one with wrinkled, sticky skin is, but it looks edible if you remove the head."
Efferal merely gave him a deep look.
Squigs, or Squigs, were their full name: social symbiotic creatures that lived