Cassius stared at the ruin before him, mangled bodies, pools of blood, shattered bones jutting through torn flesh. The scene was so grotesque, so absurd in its savagery, that he let out a low chuckle under his breath.
It wasn't amusement so much as disbelief, like his mind couldn't fully process that Aisha had done all this in mere seconds.
His gaze then drifted away from the carnage to Julie, still astride her horse. She had a delicate handkerchief pressed against her nose, but her expression was far from squeamish.
She wasn't hiding from the horror, it was just the smell that bothered her.
Cassius tilted his head and called out, half-grinning, "Aisha really is quite brutal, isn't she?"
Julie lowered the handkerchief just enough to flash a small smile, shaking her head with a knowing air.
"Just like I told you before...when it comes to bandits, she becomes vicious. She hates them, loathes them. Especially for what they do to children."
