Tactical Shift

The light of the morning sun filtered through the windows of the second Swordsman's townhouse, chasing away all the shadows in the ransacked study. 

The Penny Prince stood in the center of the room, one gloved hand resting on the edge of the desk as he studied the corpse splayed on the ground.

His eyes drifted up to the ropes hanging from the ceiling beams. Everything was painting a very… interesting picture.

Giles and the third Swordsman, Lyon, stood nearby, their expressions blank. The Penny Prince tilted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he stepped forward and crouched in front of his dead Swordsman.

He reached out, tracing the cuts along the dead man's body.

"Efficient." He murmured to himself. "Brutal, but efficient. They took him down quickly, secured him, tried to extract information, and when they couldn't, they still managed to make a statement."