Just like he said, Adelar was now unscrupulous, convinced that for whatever purpose he served, Olrich didn't dare severely harm him, yet. Even if he could retrace Konrad's death to him afterward, Adelar was convinced that "loving father" would swallow his anger.
However, before they could lead their fellow assailants to sever Konrad's neck, the masked Semi-Saints felt a gush of wind graze their cheeks. At first, they thought nothing of it, but when Konrad vanished from their sight, and a warm fluid splattered them from behind, their faces contorted into frowns. They turned heels, fast enough to witness the scene of their eleven comrades' heads soaring into the air, their necks torn by bare hands.
Still, there was no sight of Konrad, only another breeze. Again, they turned, and he was back where he stood. The only difference being his hands painted with their comrades' blood.
The five Semi-Holy Knights were startled.
