There was total silence following Medea's lethal display, a deep kind of fear gripping the soldiers as they stared at the lifeless body of their comrade.
The realization of the kind of force they were up against slowly settled in, creeping into their bones like a cold, unforgiving chill.
But the chief of the barracks was not so easily intimidated. From behind the ranks of soldiers, his voice thundered through the air, raw with fury and determination.
"ATTACK!!!"
The command echoed through the barracks, snapping the soldiers out of their hesitation.
With a collective roar, they surged forward, weapons raised. Their fear was overridden by the sheer weight of their numbers and the drive to obey orders, and they were intent on overwhelming the four intruders with sheer force.
