"Beijing has enough mosquitoes without needing vampire cosplay on top of it," he muttered, dusting off his coat.
Blackhowl tried to rise again, snarling.
General Riki met him mid-charge and shoved a bolt of lightning directly into his chest.
"You hit like a constipated yak suffering from Coronavirus and Lung Cancer." he shouted, twisting the blade with a grin. "And smell worse than a dung beetle!"
The rest of the generals continued without so much as a whisper.
Their coordination were born of countless battles with powerful warriors from the European Empire. Every single one of their movements were smooth and deadly.
Their attacks overwhelmed and suppressed the six S-ranked beasts before they could even transform.
Chains wrapped around limbs. Psychic force pinned wings. Gravity locked bodies to the earth. Elemental fury cut through crystal, flame, blood, and bone.
One by one, the beasts fell.
Not in chaos. Not in fury.
But in absolute, coordinated silence.
