***WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, GORE, MASS DEATH, AND GRUESOME CONTENT***
Zas could smell the blood before he'd realized what had happened. The world around him slowed and blurred as the final shred of hope he had to save the people of the town vanished. As the man fell to the ground, the crowds fell silent..
Heavy clouds that had been sprinkling snow for the majority of the morning began to rain down massive, fluffy flakes onto the stunned townsfolk. Not even the light, frigid winds drew their attention away from the steadily-growing pool of blood spanning out in front of Benzo's feet.
He stood watching the crowds while casually wiping the dagger clean, then stuck it into the side of his boot. As he waited for the chaos to unleash and his fun to begin, Benzo glanced at Zas with a wide smile on his face..
