*Achoo!*
A sneeze came from atop the head of a Rank 4 Nightwalker. That very head was currently in the process of sliding off its neck. Yet, in that same instant, a massive, weirdly shaped hand cut through the air and smashed into the head. An explosion of blood and guts occurred, with Cassius's tiny figure calmly levitating above the carnage.
"Ya know, at first, you guys managed to kill me a few hundred times," he said, his voice several notches icier than it was a few hours ago. "Now, however… Now, you bunch are just oversized twinks."
"SCACACACA!!!" x13
The last remaining Rank 4 Nightwalkers released hair-tingling screeches that echoed through the lands. They were all extremely angry, with the one that just accidentally splattered his brethren's head being especially livid. Every single one of them crushed the land beneath them in an act of leaping at the insignificantly small flying figure.