"Whatever one is to do in life, it isn't wise to find problems with a Joltinen Chieftain..."

The artificial sunlight shined over the remarkably contrived horizon in the land of Neuroseir as Kyrino steps from the door leading from his chamber to the balcony of his level of the tower. Wretched and cold, the words not normally associated with a sunrise. Kyrino smiles to himself, as this is the world he loves. He'll be in charge with no one to look over him today, and soon to be forever he thinks to himself...

After about five minutes, the sadistic disciple decides to start his day in charge. He goes back into his chamber, into the stairwell, passing by the level below his, and seeing Dude McBrodude passed out on the floor, per usual. Normally seeing this sight would anger him, but he has other things on his mind, more important than the idiot lying on the ground in front of him. As such, he doesn't even bother to wake him up like he normally does. Instead, it's right back on down the stairs and into the lobby.

Kyrino hurries through the lobby excitedly, ready to begin day one of many. A day where he is the Chieftain of wrath and hatred...

Meanwhile however, in the land of Earth, Kinwrathi and Andromai are having a tougher time adjusting to their new responsibilities...

The Chieftain himself, along with him his most trusted disciple walk down the sidewalk of Sydney, Australia. The two find a bench that's nearby and take a seat, observing the behavior of the humans walking by. For if they are to be humans for their stay on Earth, they will act the part to the best of their abilities.

"Master?"

Two women walk by, and upon hearing Andromai's one worded sentence, turn to face the two "Humans."

Woman One: "It's disgusting that you make this poor woman refer to you as 'master'!"

Woman 2: "Yeah! Girl, you're your own master! You don't need this man!"

Kinwrathi's blank expression grows to a smirk as he feels the warmth given off by the anger these two women have shown toward him. He chuckles a bit, and stands up.

"I take it you're a couple of feminists."

The women nod with proud looks upon their otherwise unnoteworthy faces.

"What makes you think I'd ever listen to a woman's opinion? Especially one who's a feminist!"

Andromai starts to giggle, when the first woman, infuriated by that comment, lashes out at Kinwrathi.

"You bastard! People like you are the reason women don't get as many rights as they deserve!"

"Like what? The ability to control men like they've controlled women in the early times of your civilization..."

The Chieftain shuts his mouth after the last sentence, aware now of what he had just said.

"Your civilization too, dick!"

Phew, that was too close. Kinwrathi begins to laugh at her response.

"I am not of this civilization, lady."

The woman opens her mouth to say something, but gets cut off by the thrust of a blade. A blade no longer than three and a half inches. A blade no thinner than a sheet of paper. Her face is anguished, but is only visible in this form for a few seconds. Her skeleton comes out of her body, and into the blade! This act is followed by her skin and muscles! The blade begins to glow, and after a few seconds that glow fades...

How long did that take to happen?

From when the blade first entered her body until the glowing stopped, the time taken was roughly 12 seconds.

Kinwrathi spins the blade on his fingers, and places it back in its sheath. The second woman is in shock.

"H-h-how?"

"I said, we are not of your civilization, human."

He reaches toward his sheath, and the woman falls over. She's left crying on the sidewalk as Andromai and her master throw down smoke pellets to cover their teleportation...