>>5968087Another scream comes from behind you and your body forces itself to move away, leaving the corpse of the crew member to lie. A brief build-up of energy from the photo in its hidden position fizzles out into the air. There’s a foreign feeling of something you can’t place in your mind for only a second before all is pushed away at the sight in front of you. The sight of the blood-stained passenger cars.
However, the only tragedy here is that which has befallen the bandits as seen from their quivering stances and horrified expressions. The screaming of the passengers is real, but not due to the robbers but from the four corpses that the inquisitor has left in his wake. Every noble and wealthy occupant of this train is pushing themselves as close to the train walls as they can seemingly get, either hoping to avoid the violence or the splattered blood. If these bandits were to ever get funerals they would surely be closed-casket affairs
The aisle between the rows of seats can only fit about one person standing, so at the back of the car, there are about ten other bandits and their clear leader, none of them look exactly willing to approach the inquisitor.
“Lorina, I noticed the train speeding up. Your doing?” The inquisitor turns to you and asks.
Despite the gruesome display you steel your resolve and nod, not sure what you’d say if you spoke.
“Good job, once we deal with the leftovers here we can continue to Ivern without difficulty,” As the inquisitor says this one of the bandits gathers enough courage to charge at what he believes is a distracted opponent. It is not a smart move.
The inquisitor moves fast, almost faster than you can see, and in less than a second the bandit's head is detached from his body. Then the inquisitor sidesteps the still-running body, you do as well before it collapses in the aisle. The head however dyes a noblewoman's exorbitantly expensive dress a more crimson color. Her screams are the loudest you’ve heard yet.
“L-look, I don’t know who the hell you think you are!” Chimes in the voice of the bandit leader as she yells out to the inquisitor, “But you’ve just made a big mistake!” You however disregard her prattling.
“Inquisitor,” you finally muster up the courage to say, “I believe a Stranger may have boarded-” You are however rudely interrupted as the ceiling itself caves in, you barely manage to dodge in time. A figure descending from the sky like one would imagine an angel would. Show off.
