Archer watched as Teuila stepped in, her hand flashing out in a sharp slap that stunned the man. In a blur of motion, she brought the stranger crashing to the ground, his bulk no match for her.
''What are you doing bitch!'' the stranger declared in a rage-filled voice. ''You're black just like me! Why let him do this to us? You shouldn't be with a man like that!''
When the young woman heard the human's words, her head tilted with confusion as she looked at him. ''What is he going on about, husband?''
Archer crouched in front of the trembling man, his eyes narrowing as he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. ''You see, Teu, on Earth, humans obsess over skin color for reasons that defy logic,'' he said, glancing at Teuila, who stood with her arms crossed.
