A figure with crimson hair and blood-soaked clothes dropped from the sky like a falling meteor, moving so fast the air screamed in protest.
An axe gleamed in his hands.
The four Shadow Council snipers on the rooftop barely had time to register movement before death arrived.
SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH
Four strikes were executed in the space of a single heartbeat, each one clean and efficient and absolutely lethal.
The first sniper's head separated from his shoulders, spinning through air, expression frozen in shock.
The second split vertically from crown to groin, his body falling in two perfect halves.
The third lost everything above his ribcage, the top half of his torso simply gone.
The fourth died with the axe buried in his chest, the blade punching through sternum and spine.
Thud
Damian landed among the corpses, one knee touching blood-soaked rooftop, his long crimson hair falling forward to obscure his face.
"..."
The street below went absolutely silent.
