They didn't look long. The bodies were enough.
Hikari crouched first, steady hands finding steadier breath. She didn't touch. She didn't need to.
"Not human" she said. "A cut like this? No chatter in the edge. No hesitation."
Obi hovered, for once not performing. "Nyx kills are messy" he muttered. "Claw, tear, shatter. Not -" He gestured at the clean lines that weren't supposed to exist.
Raizen knelt opposite Hikari and let the picture settle. No spray. No stumble marks. The snow around the breaks sat smug and smooth, like the world had been asked to hold still and did. He watched the way the fibers of the suit met the open air - burnless, tearless, ends so uniform they almost looked… perfect.
"Speed" he said. "So fast the body didn't have time to argue..."
"You're telling me a Nyx did that?" Obi asked, half-hoping to be argued with.
