Nero looked down at the cultists, her eyes carrying a look that said it all. She didn't care for them. To her, they were less than nothing. Her blade tore through the air in a clean arc and through the heads of three cultists. Her feet pressed on the roof soon after as she spun around into another slash that cleaved two cultists in two. Her gaze locked on that mage all through, not once did it even leave the mage.
They attacked harder, thrusting their swords deeper and faster, but she parried and countered. Each stroke left blood and cries in the air until finally she was through, and behind her were more than ten bodies, their blood seeping down the sides of the roofs, thick, their crimson redness very quickly turning dark.
