They did not expect to look up and see the Vanguard General staring down at them with eyes completely devoid of human warmth.
Before the leader could even process the impossible reality, Heena moved.
She didn't have her midnight-black daggers.
She didn't have her swords. But a Vanguard didn't need steel to kill.
Heena lunged, her right hand shooting forward with blinding, terrifying speed. She bypassed the leader's raised sword entirely, her long, pale fingers wrapping like an iron vice around his armored throat.
With a brutal, effortless twist of her wrist and a violent shift of her hips, she completely crushed his windpipe.
CRACK.
The sickening sound of cartilage and bone snapping echoed loudly in the small bathroom. The leader's dead eyes bulged as his weapon dropped from his hand. Heena didn't even watch him fall; she used his collapsing body as a stepping stone, launching herself directly at the second assassin.
