TAK!
CRACK!
The massive centaur chief stepped forward, his hooves cracking the ground below him with his heavy step.
"..."
His eyes landed on Verc, who was standing out like a sore-thumb in a village full of centaur. He was the only one with a pair of human legs, after all.
Then—he saw his warriors a few meters away from Verc.
The centaur warriors were scattered across the dirt road, their long weapons dropped carelessly into the dirt. They were on the ground, their legs bleeding.
They were injured, but he quickly realized that none of them were badly hurt.
The cuts were clean, surgical, and placed with such extreme precision that they had only incapacitated the motor functions of the limbs without severing any major arteries or destroying the bone structure.
No one had died.
