Jericho taunted and Gracelyn rolled her eyes. Sure he killed more. She could count.

[color=navy]Gah Jericho. It doesn't matter how many you kill when you don't savor your kills. You're just mindlessly blasting soldiers. You gotta do it,[/color]

To make a demonstration of what to do, she grabbed another guard by the head. Wrapping her hand around his head, she started to fling him downwards onto the hard ground. Before he finished traveling, he bit hard into her finger, drawing blood.

[color=navy]Ow dammit! You damn soldier![/color]

She yelled at him as his head hit the ground and cracked. Even though he hit the ground hard enough to knock him unconscious, he still had some life in him, as well as him being still awake. Seeing the fear in his eyes, she decided to enact reveng for her finger. She raised her thumbs and plunged them into both of his eyes. He let out a childish scream, trying to grasp his face. Gracelyn stood the soldier up again, with him still screaming. She raised her sickle and eviscerated him, kicking him to the ground. She turned back to Jericho and pointed it out.

[Color=navy]See? Style.[/color]

She looked at her fingers, covered in viscera and blood. Out of morbid curiosity, she raised one finger and tasted it, enjoying the metallic taste of blood.