The women that Sigvor is about to face are likely well trained in combat but she still felt comfortable about her odds of winning, and especially her odds of separating them from the remaining hostage.

Even while Dzan hides his problems from her, Sigvor is actually hiding an aspect of her own self, her own life. Pickpocketing is not something she had learned on the streets. It was something taught to her by her family. Her family had taught her many things.

Thievery was one of them. It was a precursor to the work that Sigvor was asked to truly master. Perhaps he would be able to demonstrate his true skills here. He would rather not display this side in public as he had decided to live a different life, one that matched the lives that his friends were living.

But she does understand something, something that forced her to make use of the skills that she wished she never would need again. This blonde woman is evil. Sigvor knows evil; she has seen evil in people close to her, people she had respected. Of course she could see it in these humans.

This woman, her subordinates and most likely the people that Ajax is confronting alone somewhere else… They are all diseased, individuals who deserve a most brutal, cruel and painful death.

She feels sad that she had doubted Ajax’s words. He was right.

The first thing she does is swiftly, yet quietly approach them. She uses the indented entrance doors of the apartment units along the hallway to mask her advance. Dzan was much faster about it, but she still has to stick to a stealthier passage since she doesn’t have his sprinting ability.

The lights in the hallway are not too bright but the women in front of her would probably be more wary of their surroundings.

So Sigvor makes use of something in her possession. She takes out a small mechanical device from her pocket. It is a special non-magical tool that is able to throw sound a certain distance away and in front of her, depending on where she points it. She uses the tool to throw a clicking noise to the opposite end of the hallway where the stairwell is.

As Cariha is about to start cutting into her victim's leg, she hears a noise away from her to the end of the hallway where her men had gone to chase that beastkin man. He had gone up the stairs rather than down, so her men were able to pursue him more easily. The moron was carrying a child over his shoulder upstairs so they should be able to catch up to him quite quickly.

Though Cariha wonders why he did something like that in the first place.

Wait… isn't that suspicious? Why wouldn't he try to escape by going downstairs and out through the lobby? Is he trying to lure them into a trap? But, what could one man do against–

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However, before she is able to finish her thoughts concerning the strange antics of the thief, a hand reaches from behind her to take the knife out of her right hand. The blade of the knife enters her thigh, stabbing directly into her thigh, biting into her femur and cutting apart her thigh muscles around her knee.

Cariha screams in tremendous pain and panic. Another arm pulls her back, throwing her four paces away from the woman.

Sigvor had succeeded in his first play. Now came the women who, while surprised, would soon try to attack her for stabbing their superior in the leg. She sees a woman rush towards Cariha in panic, concerned about her wellbeing.

Foolish.

Sigvor stabs the woman through her ear, directly into her brain. To her, that woman’s thoughtless actions resulted in a free kill. Some blood drips out of the woman’s ear, however it is slowed down quickly as the stab wound in her head starts to turn greenish brown. She lands on the floor, her eyes unfocused.

The other two women realize that their compatriot Utha has died. Timor is the first to react. However, she is a second too late. As soon as she turned away from Utha’s corpse back towards the assailant, all she saw was a knife approaching her face.

She puts up a resistance. She was able to grab Sigvor’s knife hand simply by reflex. She holds her hand away from her face as Sigvor tries to stab it through her eye. The woman grits her teeth as the knife has already destroyed her eye, but cannot go any further. Sigvor simply lets the knife loose from her restrained hand.

Rather than being stuck in Timor’s eye socket, it falls out and lands in Sigvor’s free hand. The sharp edge easily slices apart the human woman’s belly.

Pain blinds the woman for a brief moment. Sigvor uses that moment to then stab the knife of decay upwards through her neck into her brain. She was fast enough that Timor had only screamed in agony for a quarter second before being cut off forever.

The last woman, noticing all of the madness around her, does the smart thing by simply running towards the stairwell.

Oh! At least, she’s smart enough to abandon her friends and get the four guys to come help her out.

However, turning her back to Sigvor was an unfortunate move. Though the beastkin doesn’t even run towards her. She simply throws her knife directly at the woman’s back. The knife didn’t strike her spine but it did land in her back and make her fall forward screaming in pain.

Sigvor quickly runs towards her. The woman realizes that there is a knife still in her back above her hip, piercing through her dress. She used her left hand to reach behind her back to try and grab it and pull it out. She was able to stand the deep pain of this action and extract the knife.

She felt relief for a moment until Sigvor snatches the knife out of her left hand and slices through the back of her neck through her medulla oblongata, killing her instantly.

He felt good about things. He had managed to kill three psychopaths with barely a scream out of any of them. Even the one who was running away from her should have screamed but seemed to consciously decide not to.

Maybe she thought she could escape quietly if she simply ran away without making any fuss. Whatever. Easier for me.