Their blades glinted in the dimming flames of the dieing fire, as they each approached an enemy. Their footfalls barely a whisper, but their eyes gleamed with a growing roar of hatred. and his unit breathed easily in their false security. The companions glaced at each other then to their commander, Diao Gua stood over The Butcher, his dagger at the ready. He raised three fingers and slowly counted down. Steel sliced mercilessly into flesh, all but one were dead instanly. The ranger, Steph, who had lead the humans their had enough life left in him to see the Wan-hai standing over him with a bloodied blade. A surprised expression overcame his visage as his last breath left him with a gurgle from his blood-filled lungs.