It's Me Or Them

'Not too hard,' Atlas mused before he lunged at the remaining Achaemenidians, driving his blades through the narrow slits in their helmets. He felt the bone shatter beneath his weapons, an unsettling crunch that made him gag, 'Still haven't got used to this but it will take time.'

He forced himself to ignore the negative feelings and focus on the fight, 'It's me or them; the emperor had no problem planning to torture me in the Boats. I must accept that Valoria is full of death,' he thought while calming down as he prepared to go after the other enemies.

Afterward, Atlas melted into the underbrush, shadowing the remaining soldiers before climbing a tree and rushing across the branches. He quickly took down the smaller groups, making his strikes precise and efficient.