You’d been waiting silently in the rafters of the church all day under the order of your superiors when finally, it happened. You see Ravager as he opens the door and walks down the church aisle, the only thing visible being the red glow from his gas mask’s eyes. The sound of the sermon’s attendees’ coughing rings out through the air, which is promptly smothered by a thick and noxious fume. Mere moments later, a thud. Then another, and another. One by one, the patrons begin to drop to the floor like flies. Now all left standing is Ravager and the pastor, whose podium was meticulously avoided to ensure his consciousness. On his knees, the poor old man was groveling while rendered incapable of speech due to his shock.

Ravager: “So tell me, father, is it truly man’s duty to decide which of us do and do not inherit the Kingdom of God? You claim the Lord’s authority is above all, but you masquerade around telling who is and isn’t guilty of sin, of blasphemy.”

Then, that sickening sound, the grinding of steel against steel. Sparks eject from the sheaths of Ravager’s dual blades, the ones that have taken so many lives before and will continue so long as he’s left alive. But all the while, he failed to detect your presence. The brutish man approaches the pastor slowly with blades aloft — It’s time to strike.