The next few seconds are a chaos of steel and darkness, the lurid glow of Yuzuru's arte bathing the room in sharp edges of light and shadow. The Malkuthian fonist falls with a shout, clutching his shoulder. But even with that setback, these soldiers are some of Malkuth's most elite: the Kimlascan swordsman is swiftly overwhelmed by sheer numbers, disarmed and knocked into the ground. One of the soldiers give him a swift kick to the head, and the swordsman's eyes go blank, then close.
The soldiers fan out across the room, blocking the door and the window. "Come along quietly, Prince," the leader says. There's an ugly leer just visible under his helmet, his mouth curled with disdain. "It's over. There's no point in fighting us now."
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"Don't let him get away!"
The next few seconds are a chaos of steel and darkness, the lurid glow of Yuzuru's arte bathing the room in sharp edges of light and shadow. The Malkuthian fonist falls with a shout, clutching his shoulder. But even with that setback, these soldiers are some of Malkuth's most elite: the Kimlascan swordsman is swiftly overwhelmed by sheer numbers, disarmed and knocked into the ground. One of the soldiers give him a swift kick to the head, and the swordsman's eyes go blank, then close.
The soldiers fan out across the room, blocking the door and the window. "Come along quietly, Prince," the leader says. There's an ugly leer just visible under his helmet, his mouth curled with disdain. "It's over. There's no point in fighting us now."