Dove stood completely rigid in the center of the cobblestone street, her armored hand gripping the hilt of her broadsword so tightly the thick leather bindings groaned under the pressure.
She watched the dark, pathetic stain rapidly spread down Jin Kamo's expensive silk trousers while she listened to the horrifying, wet sound of his cartilage beginning to crack under the chimera's grip.
[She is actually going to kill him…] Dove realized, feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the back of her neck. [Right here in the middle of New Shinkotsu, in front of hundreds of witnesses.]
The General's unyielding voice instantly echoed in the back of her mind. We cannot lose that trio this close to the Red Moon.
Dove's jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached.
As the Commander of the Knights, the absolute law of the nation dictated she draw her blade, rally her men, and strike down anyone attempting to murder a noble of Fugen in broad daylight.
