Commander Hardstone watched with very focused attention.
He watched as the young girl dove into the invaders like a hungry dire wolf released into a herd of pretty sheep.
Every wave of her hand was the manifestation of destruction.
With the way blood and gut went up in the air, one would think maybe it was a fierce tomato fight.
However, it was not.
It was actual human organs escaping from people's bodies.
Commander Hardstone had been in many battles.
With one look below, he could tell that many of these rebels were young inexperienced and undisciplined boys, falling at the hands of a natural born killer.
Even though they were some experienced warriors and soldiers within them, the chaos that the inexperienced ones caused, confused the true warriors.
It was an example of a bad egg spoiling the crate.
Except that in this situation, most of them were the bad eggs.
