"STOP!"
"Hmm?"
Just as I downed the tenth "assassin" sent by Ares, the bulky-looking leader finally raised his voice. His expression was grim, teeth grinding together in chagrin—probably from the frustration of standing right there and still being unable to stop me from doing whatever I pleased.
Killing intent was oozing out of his body almost like a solid stream of haze. Suffocating. The kind that lesser men would've crumbled under.
However, he threw his dagger toward the ground, before kneeling and lowering his head.
"Please... Stop." He begged. "I can't let more of my subordinates lose their lives. So please..."
I turned to glance at the others behind him, who were already out of breath just from chasing me around. We basically covered about a kilometer of distance in roughly a minute, after all.
It wouldn't be weird if they fainted from overexertion, actually. Some of them looked halfway there already.
