What K found even more difficult to swallow than their gear was the absolute, unhinged ruthlessness of these people.
They were significantly more brutal than his own seasoned men, operating with a cruel efficiency that left him genuinely stunned.
One surprisingly cute lady was wielding a massive war hammer that looked far too large for her small frame.
Yet, to K's utter shock, she swung the heavy weapon as if it weighed nothing at all. With every single attack, she targeted exclusively the head, striking with enough raw force to leave his men with caved-in skulls and horribly deformed faces.
Every time she executed another soldier, a cheerful, bright smile broke out across her face, as if she were enjoying a harmless game.
Right beside her, the poison specialist worked with terrifying precision. He had a disturbing method of fighting, always finding a way to ruthlessly dislocate the lower jaw of his opponent in a swift, practiced motion.
