Body after body was sent to the floor by him and his impossible to predict blade. He grunted in delight with every hit that landed. His eyes were wide and mad, and his face was freshly drenched in blood. He looked and acted the very image of an insane man. The men that had pressed forward so eagerly before for a piece of his flesh were now a good deal more hesitant.
And then there came Vale. With a grace entirely opposite Silverfish's, she joined the fray. Men engaged her almost gratefully, pleased to have something meaningful to attack that wasn't the terrifying old man in Silverfish. However, those thoughts were soon cut short, and replaced by a gurgling of blood, as Vale's swift blade slashed their throats open.
