"Huh?"
Ethan stared at him, confused, wondering if he'd misheard. Was this guy talking nonsense or something?
"I said, hand over the crystal core," Giant Boulder Zombie King repeated impatiently.
Strength-type zombies were known for their brute force, tough bodies, and thick skin. They were powerful, sure—but they all shared one common flaw: they weren't exactly the brightest bulbs in the box.
Because Scissorhands had previously lost several crystal cores to Little Shadow and his crew, Nightmare had specifically warned them not to let the Zombie Kings from L.A. snatch any more cores.
Giant Boulder Zombie King had kept that firmly in mind.
Besides, he figured he'd done his part by helping kill those two humans, draining their energy completely. Surely, he deserved at least one crystal core for his trouble.
So, he asked confidently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You want the crystal core?" Ethan asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
