Many times, the art of killing can also be called an art.
This was something a long-time friend of Lorenzo's once said. He was a very flamboyant demon hunter, waving an elegant rapier, with a handkerchief tucked in his pocket and wearing pristine white gloves. After every mission, he'd spray a large amount of perfume on himself.
Lorenzo once thought this guy was just a narcissist with a cleanliness obsession, but later he realized this graceful demon hunter was indeed an artist; his sword skill was exquisite. Watching him kill was like appreciating a dance, and after the dance, the enemy fell helplessly, the crimson blood scattering like red flowers, without leaving a single stain on him, like the wind.
