Justice(2)
Daneel stabbed the stomach of a woman dressed in a pink gown. She gasped onto his face, hot breath stinging his cheeks while her blood flowed down his hand and turned her clothes a glaring crimson.
'Am I getting a tad too… I dunno, killhungry?'
As she collapsed to the floor, he stepped past her, glancing once at the two dead dwarves she had been torturing on the street, shouting commands to her personal guards whom he had killed first, while she had lain whimpering to the side.
If he had thought that the passing of so much time might have calmed down the town, he had been wrong. As if they had found the perfect opportunity to satiate their deepest, darkest desires, many of the nobles had taken to the streets, chasing and hunting the dwarves who had been left behind as they either hadn't heard the call for retreat, or had been captured by the enforcers.