The silence that followed Captain Dylan's defeat was thick with disbelief. The guards stared at Butler Mendez, their eyes wide with shock and awe. Wallace himself felt his heart pound in his chest, the sheer speed and precision of Mendez's strike lingering in his mind.
Garret, who had just recounted Dylan's heroic deeds, was the first to speak, his voice tinged with awe. "That was... so fast. I didn't even see him move."
The other guards nodded in agreement, murmuring amongst themselves. Eldric, one of the more experienced guards, shook his head slowly. "I knew Mendez was skilled, but this... this is on a whole different level."
Gideon, another guard, looked at his comrades, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration. "If he wanted to, he could take down any of us in an instant."
Wallace, still trying to process what he had witnessed, stepped forward. "All right, who's next?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.
