"Sure! Sure! We won't be around again!" The leader ended up turning to run. No one could make him go against Duke in a straightforward battle.
If someone insisted, he'd let them know that Duke was a boogeyman even to the most feared leaders of any mercenary group. He and the vanishing faces of Pareidolia were the kind of enemy no one wanted to have. Some groups still dared to fight back, but what would become of those fools?
In one night, Duke decimated a Hellhound stronghold. That was not even a plan hatched for more than a week, yet the result had become inevitable.
Complete surrender. They just had to surrender to the monster in front of them. However, the men lunged to the ground again to avoid the ice beauty standing behind them. Like stray dogs scramming back into the alleys, they went on fours and scampered away. They only lacked the dogs' cry to look half as pitiful as real dogs that were chased away.
