Through the dark forest, the figure of a young boy could be seen traveling at a uniform pace, pursuing the people who ran away from him.
The boy held no emotion in his eyes. Neither there was rage nor amusement. He was just following orders which were given to him along with a hefty sum.
The boy reached his target, drew his sword, and diagonally swung it.
"Kheak!" The man, with a scarf around his face, released a pained shriek before falling down. His back was slit and that was enough to take down a non-awakened.
Ethan didn't wait to finish the man off, relying on the wide beast spread around the forest to do the remaining work.
He continued his feet in the direction of the final bandit. His aim was precise and he actually had no struggle catching them until now. He was well set on his intentions and had long forgotten to waver.
*SQUELCH*