Before the halflings could react, Gorak's team charged forward in a blur of motion. The sounds of screams, cries, and desperate pleas for mercy filled the forest, followed by the sickening thud of blades meeting flesh.
Gorak stood among the carnage, his bow still smoking, a cold, satisfied smile on his face.
"Ooohh~ I feel refreshed now~"
"Same here. Finally able to release some stress." Valcrea smirked, wiping the blood from her blade with a satisfied sigh.
Zume licked the blood off her battle scythe, her eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. "Ah~ I love the screams. I really wish I could hear that armor guy scream. It must be beautiful to hear his voice crack as he begs for mercy."
Noji kicked one of the bodies, rolling it over with her foot before pressing her boot onto the fallen halfling's head.
