He didn't kill anyone. That was what made it even more terrifying. If he'd been cutting through them with lethal force, it would have been horrific but understandable. Instead, he was dismantling the entire formation with non-lethal precision that showed he was so far above their level that he didn't even need to try.
A guard swung an enchanted sword at TheReaper's head with enough force to split stone. The hero simply wasn't there anymore, having already moved inside the guard's reach. His fingers jabbed specific points along the guard's sword arm—pressure points that caused the man's grip to spasm open. The sword clattered to the marble floor, and before the guard could recover, TheReaper had struck his chest with a palm strike that stopped his breathing temporarily, forcing him to collapse and focus on gasping for air.
