"Al, are you really sure about this?" Pulling out his axe from the head of the celestial, Uffer looked at the general. Squatting down, the burly man tore a piece out of the corpse's robe before wiping the blood out of the blade of his weapon with it. While nearly half of the head of the deceased was split in half and bloodied beyond recognition, the gentle and underdeveloped hair above the corpse's lip reminded the man of the guild that he attempted to hold back.
"They are celestials. That all we need to know and care about." Not showing even a hint of remorse or guilt, Al reached for the handle of his short-sword before pulling it out of the chest of a young woman. "They might be young, but it doesn't matter at all."
