Sahlia headed towards the general area of where he heard the 2 sounds. And just to take pre-caution headed to the upper floor.
When Sahlia got close to the ledge that allowed him to see the lower floor. What he saw looked like 5 armed octolings. 1 shooter, 2 blasters, 1 charger, and a roller. What he also saw were people on their knees, crying. And there was a huge puddle of dark fuchsia that the 5 armed octolings were standing on.
"DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The octoling holding the shooter said.
It was difficult for Sahlia to understand them. because it was an octarian language which was a fictional language. But he could just make out what they said.
"IF YOU RESIST! WE WILL SPLAT YOU!"
"Splat me, huh?" Sahila thought to himself.
"I already know your team comp. Therefore I know what kind of strategy you're going for."
Sahila smiled. Then laughed for a second. Sahlia then puts 2 and 2 together.
"Sound of that shooter weapon. The terrified scream. People crying. Octoling group here".
"Mother of woomy! these are real octolings! What do they want from us?!" Sahlia said in his head while gasping in horror.
After a short while. Someone was fed up, being pushed around by these octarian scums. So they retaliated and tried to grab the octoling's roller. And he was successful in doing so. But he doesn't know the properties of inklings and octolings.
"Time's up! Now it's time for you to die!" The retaliater said in an aggressive manner.
"Oh... Nononono..." Sahlia quietly said in a panicked and concerned voice.
"Pleaseeee tell me you are not committing to that attack. Cause if you do. You're not gonna be successful. that's because any ink that is the same color than any inkling or octoling will not..."
Right before Sahlia could finish her statement. The retaliater swung the roller at the octarian who was holding the roller. The octoling that was hit by that roller swing was unaffected.
"WHAT!? YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!" The retaliater said confused.
"You must be confused... Considering we splatted one of your own people. Let's say any ink that is our color doesn't affect us in shape or form." The octarian said with a sadistic smile.
"No... No way..." The retaliater said defeatingly
The retaliater dropped to his knees while also dropping the roller. Losing all hope of maybe winning against these octolings. The other people also lost their hope because of the failed attempt of retaliating against these octolings.
"Yes, way," The octoling said while picking back up its roller.
"It's just in our biological nature to not be affected by our own ink."
The octoling slowly raised up its roller.
"Welp. You HAD to retaliate and you were unsuccessful. Looks like your gonna be splatted right here and now."
After saying that. The octoling swung and hit the retaliater.
SPLAT! Now all that was left of him was his soul and a puddle of dark fuchsia ink.