"I made sure to pierce my blade across his chest right now. As we speak, his death will be slow to come and also painful. Not only that, but they have lost more than half of their troupe; this was over before it even began." Hanzee cackled a breathy laugh while talking with Gerald. Gerald looked unimpressed. He rolled his orbs, letting out a short, breathy sigh as he said
"That's what you think, but they are quickly recovering. Just yesterday, some of the men were hunted down—the ones sent out to keep an eye on their camp. They were ambushed and killed."
He was aware that more troupes had to be on their way and that the same tactic of ambushing them down wouldn't work anymore. They would be prepared for them. He narrowed his eyes at Hanzee, seeing the cornered look on his face.
