Tyrion lightly rapped on the blade, making clear and crisp sounds as he did so. He'd already killed two out of the four. The ones left were one crippled, and one whole expert. But their formation itself had been crippled, as well, and it was no longer strong enough to force him to run.
...
"You damned brat!"
Night covered the forest. The two black shadows ground their teeth as they watched the bloodied Tyrion eerily smile at them. His eyes were filled with dense bloodlust.
They never imagined that things would turn out like this!
Shouldn't they be able to easily dispatch a Super Soldier Initial Phase brat? How did the situation progress to this point? The four of them were Spectral sentinels with a rich amount of experience under their belts. Who knows how much blood was stained on their hands? But, during tonight's pursuit of this youth, two of them had been slain, and one had been heavily injured.
