Satou didn't let him finish the sentence or recover his balance. He pressed the attack with relentless aggression, his blade a whirlwind of death that gave no quarter. Now that he'd drawn real blood and proven Merc Assault could be hurt despite all his power, the psychological advantage shifted decisively.
The assassin tried to create distance, to reset the engagement and recover from the unexpected injury. Satou didn't allow it. [Shadow Step] closed any gap Merc Assault tried to create, appearing in his path before he could retreat. [Absolute Severance] cut through any barriers the assassin tried to raise, existence-erasing power treating his defenses as meaningless.
"You're going to die," Satou growled, his voice distorted by the berserker transformation into something barely human. "For what you did to me. For what you tried to do to Jessica. For the torture you made me pass through , for you making them die repeatedely . You're going to die knowing you failed."
