"Break their legs!" Kiera roared, her blood-filled mouth making her look menacing. "If they keep swinging, take their heads!"
The Crimson Arc Guild members answered with fierce shouts.
They had endured too much in the Crimson Dunes.
They had endured the arrogance of stronger guilds.
They had endured the threats of the Slave Trade Guild.
They had endured the contempt of factions that believed the Crimson Arc Guild would always retreat.
But today, they would no longer take a single step back.
Standing at the end of the street, two figures standing in the shadow watched the ongoing battle with sneers playing on their lips.
"From this, we can conclude the Crimson Arc Guild is working with the Grim Reaper," one of them muttered.
The other figure nodded. "Indeed…" he paused for a moment before he added.
"That bastard. We must not allow him to live this time. With all the shit he did on the first floor, we must make him pay."
