Three generals, three instant kills.
One had their head turned, one had their throat punctured and the last one had a hole in his chest. They were all breathless on the ground with blood pouring out of their respective wounds. The deaths were concise, the deaths were instant.
The effortless kill immediately turned their morale upside down as even the mighty of them all was in disbelief looking at his fallen subordinate. They didn't even land a swing, only words that reached the enemies' ears before they were gone.
"Impossible..." Nora who was standing on the sideline with his fellow, couldn't believe what they had just seen. One blow from each, one death from each. His lips trembled before he darted against the lockless door.
