"This would be the last time because you wouldn't live past today! "
In a careful gesture, Jester slowly removed the sword from the body of the Rank-A tank.
-THUD!
The sound echoed throughout the hall as the Rank-A tank's lifeless body fell to the ground. His eyes showed intense anger even though he was dead.
"What the hell Jester? Why did you do that?"
The Dark Guild members asked. In this turn of events, they had lost one of the Rank-A. They could understand that they had enmity but for Jester to kill one of the Rank-A members on importance like this one was inconceivable.
Even if one hates the other, they would usually settle it privately or maybe silently assassinate the other. No one would blatantly kill each other as they would be heavily punished.
"Do you know the consequences of what you did?"
The subleader asked.
"What consequences? You'll probably not be alive to report me, anyway!"
