More fighting ensues, eventually killing the organizer of the group (hero)
After being medikally revived with one amputation by a medik, the hero picks up one of the dead alien's weapons and holds it to the throat of the last remaining alien.
All of his comrades are dead except one, a badly hurt civilian wielding a wrench.
"Please, please don't kill me! I'll give you anything! ANYTHING!"
Pulling a flask out of his robes, he holds it out to the hero.
"Anything? What about...YOUR LIFE!
The hero swiftly slashes off the head of the alien, vial falling to the ground.
Picking the vial up, the hero, out of curiosity, wondering why the alien thought it was such a prized possession, drank the contents of the vial.
Feeling a sudden burst of energy from inside him, the hero wells up with excitement. His excitement turns into a kind of hysterical ecstatic feeling- he shrieks, not the sound of a minifig- but that of a newly born Darklord.
"Are you okay?" the other civilian asks.
I AM SHADOWSTORM! I NOW KNOW MY TRUE CALLING!! DIE WEAKLING!! WEAKNESS CANNOT BE TOLERATED!! DIE!!!
The civilian never stood a chance...
