"Yes... but..."
"You all go in, not a single one spared!"
Necali looked toward the Mexica samurai beside him and coldly issued the command. Hundreds of elite samurai grasped their axes, silently nodded in agreement, and swiftly, like hunting packs of wolves, disappeared into the large house ahead.
"Damn it! You..."
Puap opened his mouth to speak but was met with the cold eyes of the seasoned Scout. He felt the undisguised intent to kill in the other's gaze and wisely shut his mouth again.
The dark night was peaceful, the warm breeze carried the scent of alcohol. Soon, faint sounds of disturbance arose from within the houses, accompanied by the sound of blood flowing from axe-wounds. Several muffled screams penetrated the air, their faintness belied an eerie intensity. Puap inhaled sharply; he could smell the thick scent of blood as if it emanated from his own hands.
