A pair of sickles flashed through the air, reflecting the sun's red rays. Drops of blood collected on their horizontal tips, soon staining the ground a beautiful scarlet.
Ramiel stood calmly behind the man. His elbows spread wide beyond the circumference of his body. In his hands, he held a bloody sickle, evidence of the crime committed a second ago.
The bandit harassing the woman froze. His muscles went limp, and his shoulders slumped. Two beautiful scarlet lines ran along his neck, oozing a viscous liquid. More and more drops of blood gathered at their edges, forming small streams that flowed downward.
Like the bandit, the woman also froze in stillness, but for a different reason. She had witnessed the actions of the black-clothed stranger. Like a harbinger of doom, he emerged from the void, taking the life of the bandit.
