Milo passed several confused looking guards while carrying his sister's limp body. The men were clearly trying to grasp the seriousness of the situation at hand. The fierce woman they had grown to fear, suddenly looked helpless in her brother's arms and it had shaken them.
"Find the other one and kill him," Milo ordered without stopping. His words were so sharp and crisp that the men who were usually very relaxed around him, became even more frigid. His grey eyes had darkened considerably and in combination with his pale skin, dark hair, and the blood that was somehow smeared across his face; the man looked straight out of hell. The men found themselves wondering if they had indeed signed a contract to work for death incarnate.
