As Carl took a random turn into a descending staircase, disappearing before she could stop him, Grenda's stomach twisted into knots. "I don't know if we should follow him or not!"
"I vote not! He's gonna go supernova unless they've done some serious tidying up in our absence!" The four nodded in unanimous agreement and the de-facto leader of the group gave her orders.
"Hold them here then! Let those at the box filter in behind and get wiped out. I just heard Narcissus give the order to kill commanders, follow suit and hope for the same outcome."
They got to work and switch from their bulwark/battering ram tactics to their more preferred assassination tactics.
It was a brutal affair that left jets of blood spurting from slowly crumpling suits of armour and filling the air with haze of blood. A brutal display of skill, precision and merciless slaughter to seize the respect of their kin by force and try to demoralise them into submission.
