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Sekhmet clenched his jaw.
"You are an idiot," he muttered.
Bat Bat hovered back, unbothered.
"Yes!"
Sekhmet had no time to argue with a bat.
More raiders fell.
Sekhmet moved through them like a blade sliding between ribs, using Blood Control to disrupt their balance, using Blood Sword to finish fast, using the minion bats to harass and distract.
The ten minions swarmed at eyes and ears, biting and squeaking, making the raiders swing wildly.
Flapflapflap!
"Get off!" a raider screamed.
Another fell to an escort's blade.
Clang! Shhk!
Within minutes, the basin changed.
Bodies piled.
Blood soaked stone.
The remaining raiders backed away, snarling, regrouping toward their leader.
Sekhmet's eyes tracked the leader.
The eight-thousand beast had been watching.
Still calm.
Still cruel.
Then it lifted its cleaver and finally stepped in.
Thud… Thud…
