Rolling Heads

*Swing *Slash* 

With a swift motion, the sword came crashing down. A single, clean stroke severed their heads from their torsos, so precise and effortless that not a single soul in the room had time to react. The strike was so fast—so impossibly fast—that no one present could even comprehend what had just occurred before their eyes. 

*Thud* *Spurt* 

Their heads hit the cold floor first, rolling lifelessly across the blood-slicked surface. A split second later, their bodies collapsed, following suit. Blood erupted like a ruptured dam, pouring out of their necks in warm, crimson streams. The floor was soon flooded, the air thick with the metallic stench of fresh death. 

It was a flawless execution—no unnecessary mess, no gruesome butchery beyond the river of blood. A perfectly clean kill. 

'Lying until the bitter end. What a couple of useless, slacking bastards.' Riech scoffed internally, his cold gaze lingering on the twitching remains.