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The two original thugs were still standing at the back, panic in their eyes now. Their revenge fantasy was collapsing.
One of them pointed shakily at Sekhmet.
"T-this is him," he stammered. "That monster—!"
The leader thug, still coughing on the ground, snarled.
"Kill him!" he rasped. "Don't stop—!"
Sekhmet walked toward the two original thugs.
They tried to back away.
Sekhmet moved faster suddenly. He became a blur for their eyes. In one motion, he grabbed both by their throats and slammed them against the wall.
BAM!
Their feet kicked uselessly in the air. Their eyes bulged.
Sekhmet leaned closer, voice quiet.
"You wanted revenge," he murmured. "And you forgot what I did to you."
The thugs struggled.
Sekhmet's blood eyes flickered.
They were not remembering the feeding.
They couldn't. His blood had already touched their minds once, even without full conversion. Sekhmet understands it. He didn't need to ask the system about it.
