Chizuru watched Black Fang's katana carve through Tatsumi in a diagonal stroke that split the youngest Fujimori elder from shoulder to hip. A man she'd mentored for centuries folded to the dirt before his blood finished leaving him.
The terrible, blazing violet eyes left the corpse without lingering, lifting skyward to where Ragnar's screams rained down from the Primordial Villain's grip, and whatever passed behind Black Fang's gaze lasted less than a heartbeat before she turned back to the Fujimori line as if ticking a name off a list.
Chizuru's fingers tightened on her blade.
Tomoe stood to her left with blood running from her temple and her breathing gone short, Hozumi held the right with his guard braced against Alexios, and the morale that had held the Fujimori line together was hemorrhaging faster than any wound on the field.
Her gaze found Kaede.
