Just like that, the deed was done; nothing more than flexing a muscle for the Godless Style user that had killed more times than a single man's memory could remember.
'I imagine they could put up a fight–if they knew there was a fight to be fought,' he thought.
Wiping the blood from his blades, he silently moved up the stone ramp up throughout the cave of the wild demi-humans. He kept himself clinging close to the wall, sinking into the shadows as he reached what looked to be the main space of the cave as he immediately found himself looking upon a nest of the lion-resembling beast men.
'...Four, five, sex…Alright, I'll make it quick then find the others,' he thought.
What was on his mind was the location and status of the companions he had been separated from; of course the possibility of the beast men already getting their hands on them was a distinct possibility in his mind, but he doubted it.