Nike killed his opponent.
And not only he killed him, he cut down the head of the man.
That was some Pablo way of killing and he really liked it.
He can use his brain. He made a sword that can extend and shorten but made the criminal believe that it could only extend. Nice.
"Well done, Nike. That was good. Do whatever you want now. Just don't leave the ground."
Nike bowed and sat down on the spot he was standing on.
Pablo then watched other soldiers and one by one, he saw many criminals losing their lives.
Some soldiers struggled but managed to win in the end.
Some criminals never stood a chance and some were strong but they were dying too.
Cupid furrowed her brows watching all this.
"What is going on? How are your soldiers so strong? And they were afraid of the criminals a few minutes ago. And why are the criminals so weak? Only a few are putting up a good fight."
Pablo heard her question and decided to entertain her for a while.
