Her gaze began scanning their surroundings. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the true extent of the massacre. The backline was almost entirely decimated. The screams of her fallen comrades still hung in the night air. Katie knew that if she were to survive this ordeal, she would be hearing their final sounds while she slept- and wept.
But all of that faded into the background when her eyes locked onto the figure that had just torn through their ranks, killing two team leaders without difficulty.
The assassin.
She stood motionless over Ralke's fallen corpse, making her silhouette clearly discernible for the first time. The dim light that the tall forest let through its leaves caught the edge of her gauntleted claws that were dripping with the blood of two team leaders, causing the metallic sheen of the weapon to glint ominously.
