The Bridge
"The fight is over?" Kane asked in confusion, overlooking the five hundred soldiers still spread out or dying on the battlefield. Injured or not, five hundred people were a sea of people in one location. RPGs would take a significant amount of time to kill all of them.
"Yes, it's over." Evalyn replied, turning to the recent exiles, "Evan; this is your one and only chance for reputation. Use the largest slash attack you can make to take out the central rank."
Evan, the man who attacked her in the campsite, dry-swallowed, looking at the [central rank]. A hundred people were in a line, mostly on their knees or lying down. "Y-Yes, mam."
He got into position and closed his eyes. While he felt wrong about killing his targets, he didn't see them as people. "I'm sorry, but I can't die here today…."
After a deep breath, he opened his eyes. "Slash!"
A massive, sloppy ripple of Qi twenty feet wide shot down the mountain before—