"Thanks for the help, man..." Karl said, breathing heavily as he leaned on his sword. With Cassian's arrival, they'd finally managed to clear out the massive swarm of rats—but it still took them over ten minutes. There were that many. Even Cassian looked a bit worn out—not from the fighting, but from pouring way too much energy into looking cool while doing it.
Each swing of his sword had taken out ten or more rats at a time—sometimes even dozens. Flashy attacks, dramatic poses, wind-powered slashes... it was more of a performance than a battle. By the time they were done, the area looked like it had been hit by a small-scale natural disaster. The earth was torn up, a large crater now sat where the battlefield used to be, and even the ground at the edge had caved in, revealing some kind of tunnel below.
Cassian flicked the rat blood off his blade with one clean motion before sheathing it. "No worries," he said casually. "I'm Cassian, leader of Unit 22."
