147 Progenitor

"The hell…?!"

Before the random stranger that was unlucky enough to stand in the way of the doors that I opened could react in any way, a small knife already penetrated his brain. Instead of bothering with crushing through the resistance of the man's skull, I simply slammed the blade of my huge knife through his open mouth upwards before kicking the lifeless body away.

"So? Shall we get going then?" 

Ignoring the stunned faces of the unfortunate's victim colleagues, I took a look at the Ayda in the back.

"Why are you so theatrical? They are all going to die either way. What's the point in dabbling your hands and killing them by hand?"