The verification didn't take long. The Wind blades were set on a ten-centimetre spacing, and there was no piece left larger than that. The blades had even cut into the surface of the ground, showing the unlikeliness that any lucky soldier had survived the attack, so she just kicked a few bits of metal around and walked back to where Wolfe was waiting at the bike.
"Alright, let's go. That was brutal. Do you usually do that sort of thing in combat?" She asked.
"No, we usually try to save as much as possible so that the locals can use it to top off their supplies for the year. Crushing and dicing everything is a huge waste, but it's much faster and safer.
Can you imagine how much of an idiot I would look like if they had spotted us and you had gotten shot? I'm trying to make a good impression here." Wolfe told her with a wink that made the soldier give a very undignified giggle.
