Adam deployed the gunfire strategically. It was not for killing. It was for shock. A rapid fire of fire from a ridiculous range disoriented them and shattered their resolve. After a single rapid round, he discarded the handguns.
They vanished from his hands and returned to the system's inventory. In their place, his battle knife appeared, its cold steel familiar and comforting.
He dropped from the ceiling, dropping silently in their midst. The armed soldiers stared at him, their eyes wide with fear. They were stunned, unable to understand the terrifying creature that had suddenly come among them.
Adam did not give them time to yell. He passed through them. His knife was a blur, a glittering streak that promised quick results. They dropped one by one, collapsing to the floor.
At the far end of the passageway, near the main hall door, a single mercenary stood amid the terrified soldiers. He noticed Adam forging a route through them. He saw incredible speed and deadly efficiency.
