Rivaan and Reiner follow their hearts and stand before the grand rotting manor
Rivaan adjusted his coat, Scanning area. We should make a plan, he muttered. We don't know how many are inside, their weapons, their -
Reiner smirked, already drawing his words. I don't follow plans. His boots crunched against the dirt as he stepped forward.
Rivaan sighed. Fine. You keep them distracted · I'll find Mira's Mother and others.
Reiner cracked his neck. Do what you want.
As they approaches to the manor Reiner said, I will go first. Rivaan, want to die or something, we need to go together.
Reiner dont worry Just wait & watch. Then Reiner moves toward the gates where, four guards were watching over the gates and area·
As Reiner approaches, one of the guards said. Hey you sword man move this is the leaders property.
Still Reiner didn't stop again that guard said, don't you understand swords man move otherwise you will lose your filthy life.
As I And then something happened which, I am still unable to understand.
Shing..
Neither of them sow strike. Not the first nor the second.
A moment later their heads hit the ground rolling to the side, eyes still wide in confusion Their body stood for a second long, as if unaware they had already died-then collapsed in a heap.
Rivaan exhaled, staring at the clean, effortless Kills
Reiner cuts were so calculated even the blade didn't have a drop of blood.
Then Rivaan said, O.. ok now, I know you will handle it.
Reiner smirked
Then Rivaan Revised the plan to Reiner again said, you handle people, I handle prisoners.
Reiner agreed and said, look there the stairs were going down they few the prisoners must be there.
Then both split but before leaving toward the hall Reiner glanced down at the severed heads then grinned. Hmm... I think I should take these. A little surprise for later.
He grabbed the head and then went straight to the hall.
Inside the manors party hall air reeked of alcohol, blood and rotten wood
In the hall all the thugs slavers and mercenaries feasted and laughed. Gold and stolen goods were scattered across the tables.
A fat man in a red coat was their leader's name, sir Voltair . He then stands up and slams his cup down. To our rule! And to the dogs that serve under us!
The room erupted in cheers.
Thud....!
Three severed heads landed onto the center table, rolling between the goblets and platters:
The Silence fell like death....
The spilled red wine mixes. with the blood dripping from head on that table!
Then Voltair stands up with anger and says, who the hell in this manor dares to ruin my pleasure.
Then foot steps echoed as Reiner stepped forward, swords still some, smirking like a wolf in a den of sheep.
His eyes swept across the room unfazed! He looked at the men's drinking, wrinkling his nose
I never liked drinking, he said voice low. He exhaled harpley. I just hate its smell.
The room stayed frozen, Voltair still in confusion.
Then, someone screamed.