Unlike the others who fought with visible emotion ,rage, determination, righteous fury—Shadow fought with cold, calculated precision that was almost mechanical in its efficiency. Each kill was economical, perfect, wasting no movement or energy. No flourishes, no excess strikes, just death delivered with surgical accuracy born from years of assassination training.
But even fighting together with practiced coordination, Satou's party was vastly outnumbered. For every enemy they killed, there seemed to be two more emerging from the fortress or materializing from hidden positions throughout the courtyard.
Satou didn't care about the numbers. Didn't care about tactics or strategy or the smart approach.
