"I believe that's actually what their names mean," Puff answered, her sole eye following floating ash debris passing by.
"Whose? Those?" Klagg asked and tilted her head towards the inferno far below them. There, entities consisting of nothing but swords, smoke and eyes, chased whatever remotely living, cutting them in half, before exploding in a splash of acid blood.
"No, no, not them, that's a -" Puff transferred a nine by nine matrix of symbols telepathically to Klagg.
"Oh," Klagg said surprised. "Oh. Oh! Oh, I feel so silly now, all this time I've been calling them -" Another matrix, different symbols.
"You did not!"
"Just last night, talking to their commander."
A choir of screams cut short reached the balcony; a furry of smoke and swords had just exploded, leaving a trail of twitching heads.
"That's just rude," Puff said, shaking her head. "You should feel ashamed."
"I do, I do," Klagg said concerned. "Do you think they'll forgive me? Oh silly old me, I should just keep quiet."
Puff shook her head.
"Anyway," she said. "Anyway. What were we talking about again?"
"I don't know, dear," Klagg said, her voice still anxious. "Destroying worlds always make me forget things."
"Yes, let's move on. I have other concerns I wish to discuss with you, regarding the annihilation we've been conducting for the past twelve millennia."
Puff turned around and left the balcony with firm steps, only stopping briefly to add: "Could you be a darling and do the lift-off, my arms hurt."
Klagg sighed at the thought of the poor commander, before raising her normally hidden limbs and forming a circle around her slender body. Without a sound, the Tower of Impossible Heights - upon which the balcony rested - took off from the ground and continued into space, leaving the poor planet to its inevitable destruction.
