"Even so, the Lochlann devil makes a worthy challenge on his own. I look forward to the day when I meet him in combat once again."
You know what they say about demons...
"Careful not to get burned," Zurg kindly reminded. The Lochlann Devil was, in a way, fascinating. But like a moth entranced by a candle's alluring flame, Prixlezub will have to keep focused on the bigger objective: hit fast and hit hard. Any tomfoolery and the brooding menace was likely to instigate a most harrowing comeuppance. Zurg was silently grateful to have put his gloating days far behind. But yes, that energizing spark between demon and alien... It was nothing short of glorious.
Clever as the horned monarch was, he knew very well that Prixlezub would have no difficulty catching his drift. "My sources," AKA: Zurg's impressive network of satellites and reconnaissance bots, "have pretty much confirmed that the southern continent is largely undisturbed. Rarely does anyone from the city and outlying areas bother." For one, it was too perilous for the average citizen. And two, what would they gain? "It would be a waste," he agreed, with a slight inclination of his head, "which is precisely why we're going to take full advantage of the situation. With your ferocious might and my advanced technology, connecting our two cities will be a relative breeze." And it's not like a bunch of stick-throwing lizards had a single prayer against someone like Zurg, so... Piece of cake! Now, if they threw in a bit of magic, on the other hand... His upper lip twitched at the thought. "And if I see so much as one blasted fireball hurled our way, I'll make it a point to singe a few scaly hides." There were just some things that could never change, and Zurg's extreme dislike for magic was one of them.
"When would you be planning to conduct this? So I know when to make preparations to leave."
Good question, good question... The horned monarch tapped his teeth in contemplation. "Hmm, well... it wouldn't be opportune now," he muttered quietly, more to himself. October was already over - tomorrow was Halloween, in fact - which meant the rains weren't too far away. Rain, snow, that abysmal cold... Zurg ultimately shook his head. "No, no," he remarked. "Not now, not November, and most definitely not December. January is iffy as well. How about... oh, February? March, perhaps? The weather isn't so dreary by then." And the Holidays were always hectic.