Ignotus was standing directly in front of the soldier.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His eyes scared the soldier into screaming.
"DIEEEEEEEE YOOOOU BASTAAARD!"
He punched forward, though nothing was hit.
Ignotus was already behind him, slicing the pitiful soldier in half.
When the dead fell apart, he let out a quiet breath and lowered his blade.
"You should've listened to my words."
His gray eyes turned to the sky.
"…I'll always be a killer, it seems."
Not allowing him a moment of... reminiscing? A few of the others, now angered, screamed and charged at him, not a single rational thought going through their minds.
"Ah, for Hell's sake."
Ignotus groaned.
"Can't you people take a hint?"
"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
No, they could not, and so...
He turned and bolted.
"Get him!"
"After him!"
"Get the bastard!"
He ran, and not because he had to, but because it was easier to kill them that way.
