"Step up," Sarah spoke solemnly as she maintained her guard, eyeing the Frosty Snowflakes while exuding faint killing intent that she'd learned to emanate. Due to the blind rage caused by the inevitable yet unpredictable death of his leader and savior, a middle-aged man screamed in agony as he charged at Sarah.
Sarah narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized her opponent, who seemed to be a regular human devoid of any mana or blessing, now that he'd squeezed it dry. He didn't possess a weapon, nor did his footsteps contain any skill in them.
It was indeed a normal human that lacked any power or knowledge above Earth's previous standards.
'Should I kill him?' Sarah wondered, her stance wavering slightly. She'd trained herself mentally to eliminate opponents at a whim, yet could she allow a powerless man who only mourned for his leader's death to perish?