The remaining soldiers stood frozen, their faces pale with terror, their weapons trembling in their grips. Blood pooled around the bodies of their comrades, the metallic scent of it thick in the air.
I turned to them, my expression calm, almost amused, as I wiped the blood from my knife with the tattered remains of my shirt. "Surrender now," I said, my voice low and measured, "and you can still save your lives."
Their guns clattered to the floor in unison, the sound echoing like a death knell. They slumped to their knees, their hands raised, their voices shaking. "We... we surrender, master," one of them stammered, his eyes wide with fear. "We surrender."
I chuckled, the sound dark and knowing, as I gestured toward Walter with the tip of my knife. "Don't let him run away," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. Walter was still sprawled on the ground, his body trembling, his pants dark with urine, his breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps.
