Killing Centaurs

The leader of the centaurs looked murderous. He was gleefully watching his men commit happily to the slaughter, as the droves of people began screaming and crying. This wasn't war; this was a massacre.

Ordinary Kate had geno armor, but they could not fight. They could not resist the onslaught.

A centaur warrior struck a woman down with his spear. She grabbed it with one hand while pushing her daughter away with a blood-curdling scream. "Run to the ship!"

The centaur warrior tried to pull his spear back out of the woman's body, but her grip was firm. She held tightly to the spear that was deep in her blood-dyed chest.

A little four-year-old girl came running over to her mother in tears. She hadn't run to the ship as she had been instructed to.

Even if she had listened, though, she'd have been unable to penetrate the crowd.

Another of the centaur warriors smiled cruelly. He swung his spear down towards the crying little girl.