"There has to be something, please!" The woman in the front seat clasped her hands and shook them before Ikaris, but Ikaris gestured to Sol.
"If you want mercy, ask that not of myself, but of my husband and master, we all fall under his umbrella, we all fall in servitude at his feet." She explained, but when the woman's eyes fell on Sol she found a soulless stare being thrown back at her.
"His... feet?" The chairman's daughter stared at Sol's golden eyes and then looked at Ikaris again.
"What are you people?" The chairman asked, but a moment later his head was in his lap and Sol was holding on to a small dagger with a half of the blade covered in blood.
"The time for you talking has come to an end, so let me say my final piece." Sol kicked the seat of the chairman's daughter, and she was smashed against the dashboard becoming an unrecognisable pulp while he stared into the camera that was looking back at him.
