The line was drawn, the floor was given. For those that wanted to come even a step close to me they had to face the fierce edge of my blades. They appeared from nowhere and with precision they found each and every vital point.
Should they wear armor to cover those then my precision would cover even that. They would find the tiniest of gaps being widened twice… thrice fold until their organs couldn't hold the pressure and they became just another art piece among the dozens that scattered my domain.
For they were nothing but lambs to the slaughter. I closed my eyes and let the sweet bliss of nothingness take me. If only for a second… two, three. A minute. Strings of fate weaved around me.
Any arrows, projectiles, even the occasional cannon. None could pierce the line I had drawn. Yet it was still great and powerful enough to make me focus. I would melt them to slag and force them to the ground with rapid pressure differentials.
