"Mister Peter, a word please."
All things considered, it took the members of my unit a lot longer than I expected to come to protest my latest decision. After all, here I was going around sparing random people while they were busying themselves killing as many of them as they could!
So, some sort of protest was given… But I expected it to appear as soon as the two humans I decided to spare were brought away, not after we had already moved on, finished all the wounded in the area before moving on to keep up the chase.
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked, turning my face to a slightly oversized dear with a crown of horns so big, that he had to actively use his aura just to keep himself stable.
What was the point of assuming his animalistic form in the middle of a thick forest where every tree would be an obstacle hard to move past with horns of that size, I couldn't fathom.
