He was unceremoniously kicked in the stomach and sent flying a short distance, where he landed with a thud.
The assassin then squatted in front of the cowering Iris who put both of her hands on top of her head. This way, he could be at eye level with her. "Little lady, you'll be coming with us, m'okay?"
My entire existence was enveloped in unadulterated fear due to the senses I shared with the young Iris. The poor girl was trembling so vehemently… I've felt fear numerous times before, but my heart never pumped like this. So this was true, extremely pure fear...
"N-n-no! Please, don't hurt my Bruwder!" She shouted, or at least tried to, but it was just a muted yelp amid her heavy sobbing.
The assassin chuckled cruelly. He was clearly relishing the emotional distress he was causing in the mind of a two-year-old girl.
How disgusting.
"Little lady, it's you we are taking, not him."
"Enough chatting already." Another growled from behind him.
