Shing!
As Sirius ran toward a rebel, Asher unsheathed his sword and slashed a rebel, slaying him instantly!
Thud!
Seeing this, the King Swordsmen followed suit, their swords flashing and bodies dropping. From galloped from street to street, cutting down rebels without a shred of mercy. Their lord had given them a silent order.
No mercy!
Time for mercy had ceased. By the time the King Swordsmen had slain a third of them, they arrived at the industrial part of Silverleaf and found another seventy rebels on their knees.
Two men, Baron Rutherford and Baron Scarlet, who were beaten to a state of pity, were in front of the seventy, and they all stared at the huge, armored man whose arms were crossed.
It was Geriant.
Their pupils trembled at the sight of him, but the moment they saw Asher and his men, dread, never felt before, seeped in.
"It's the count!"
Geriant turned. He fell on one knee as Asher closed the gap.
