"Next time we should-"
*THUNK*
*crack*
The first target got skewered through the back of his head so that the ice spear came out of his mouth and shattered the bottle he was rising to his mouth.
"!!!!"
For a full second, every bandit by the campfire was silent...
"...splinter..."
*CRACK*
Ludier shadow's eerie whisper was carried by the water – only to be followed by the dead bandit's body to be turned into a pincushion for the icicles.
"WHAT IN THE...?"
*stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab* *stab*
As the initial shock turned into panic and all men jumped up at their feet, throwing the food and drinks to the side and reaching for their weapons, all of them without exception were impaled by the ice spear, leaving no one free.
"...this doesn't feel good... why are you all so weak...? How were you able to murder my family...? Splinter."
