[CoolNard]

"Not bad. Come!" I commend and urge them. I deflect their shurikens with my own, and parry their kunai knives and daggers with Zeus and my dagger-boot. They are fast but having fought my Seven Sins in one sitting, I merely have to keep my eyes opened this time. In a multi-flashing streak of black, purple and sparks and flying cloaks and projectile weapons, a kunai comes within a breath from the bridge of my nose. My eyes cross from the intensive concentration on it and everything slows down by a hundred times. I grin, tasting the dried blood in my mouth, then I flick a shuriken up, which taps the kunai knife from below... And deflect it, to the ninja pouncing at me from the roof behind. With this strategy, I adjust my speed and steady my deflections to mince them off without wasting my own weapons. Not to mention, their contingency plans did not account for a faster creature than themselves - a monster. Without warning, I easily dissolve into their quantities, with Cloaking, and stab one after the other, throwing their dismembered remains out or puppeteering their unconscious bodies to attack the rest of them and, in the process, having each further mangled by their horrified allies. Even as professional killers, some drop to their knees in fright, others scale the buildings in a hope for a tomorrow. But I won't let that happen; they don't deserve that freedom. Minutes later, I have a twenty-assassin unit lying in rows, in crisscrosses.

"I said 'come'. I don't remember asking you to run. You'll die for tarnishing the assassin name," I satirically say, to no one alive, in particular.

Weird, no one is attacking me anymore. I tilt my head, as a dog would when it's confused, and flaunt a casual glare at the retreating brigades. The commoners have either escaped or fainted from witnessing the melee, so that makes... I do the calculations on my fingers: Five more waves... Everywhere is filled with corps... No, carcasses. What's wrong with butchering animals that only served as meat? I can't tell if I've calmed down or not, my vision is a perpetual red, regardless. It's good that they have evacuated their women and children from this savage trauma, I didn't want to hurt any more than I already have...

"Division Dreadnought!" The refulgent commander orders, holding up his trident with a decisive air of finality.

"Explosive arrows at the ready!"

"Level three spells in compact phase!"

"Anti-dragon cannons locked on!"

Those are the voices of the bowman and mage lieutenants, and the residue of the soldiers who have regrouped around their commander's chariot.

"Target Swiftant!" The commander swings his trident downwards so it's pointing directly at me. "FIRE!!!"

My sakkat lies on the ground, scorched.