Chapter 100: The Carnage
Elias laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "They’re asking us to kneel? How amusing!"
The others laughed too, their voices muffled beneath their sleek, black masks.
Sebastian’s calm voice cut through the laughter. "Don’t kill anyone. We came in peace. One strike... make them unconscious. On their count... Eight."
Eleanor stood silently, unmoving in the middle of the chaos, her expression detached. It was as if everything unfolding around her held no relevance to her. The storm of tension and uncertainty barely brushed against her serene, almost indifferent aura.
Meanwhile, the countdown from the opposing team continued, painfully slow and drawn out, perhaps to psyche themselves up or scare their targets.
"Six... seven... eight."
The moment "eight" rang through the hall, four shadow guards moved in a blur, like lightning unleashed.
Sebastian was the first to reach his target... a burly man with a thick scar running across his left cheek, the same man who had given the order to kneel. With surgical precision, Sebastian struck a hidden nerve cluster just beneath the man’s left ear. The man’s legs gave out immediately, the gun slipping from his grip as he slumped to the floor like a marionette with cut strings. He would be unconscious for at least thirty minutes.
Without missing a beat, Sebastian glided to the next man. A swift strike to the pressure point under the chin, and the second attacker collapsed before his eyes could register what had hit him.
As he turned to find his next opponent, he realized with a blink that there were none left.
Raphael and Elias were already standing tall. The two had always shared an unspoken rivalry. Raphael excelled with firearms; Elias, with blades. But in hand-to-hand combat, both believed they were the superior fighter. Unofficially, they had turned this ambush into their own little contest... and each had scored three knockouts.