The massacre had begun in earnest.
Five Battle Angels, five methods of slaughter.
Yelena sliced and diced, her sword moving like lightning, reducing humans to uniform cubes of meat.
Fauna spread plague and decay, her healing powers inverted into the most terrible weapons imaginable.
Nadia crushed and compressed, her gravity Blessing turning people into dense spheres of gore.
The Maiden of War tore and ripped, her bare hands becoming instruments of brutal, primitive violence.
And the Maiden of Fate revealed truths that no mortal mind could withstand, causing her victims to simply cease to exist in explosions of blood and viscera.
Dozens of people were being slaughtered every second, their remains falling to create a growing mountain of meat below.
Because of the growing hill, the area directly beneath the massacre was completely evacuated, the prisoners pulled away by guards who had finally regained enough sense to act.
