"Don't kill them!" Ikaris shouted as he witnessed the creature slashing the hapless fellow in half. "We need them alive."
This envoy, loathsome as he was, needed his escort on his way back. Otherwise if he returned alone with the Hellhound Pack's annual tribute he would only look more suspicious.
With exemplary alacrity, the Tartarus Enforcer flipped the cleaver in his hand in reverse, presenting the blunt edge of his blade to the front. The monster then swung his weapon like a baseball bat and as if aiming a homerun smashed the head of a Werewolf over two meters tall.
A horrible crack sounded, along with yelping noises, and his second victim was shot like a cannonball into the envoy's wooden chalet, smashing the front door. Ikaris's lips twitched in annoyance at the sight.
" That' s what you call not killing?!" He snarled angrily, dying to beat up the monster. Unfortunately, he knew he had no chance of winning.
