“No need to report that one to Kolac, eh? Hell, it’s not like i’ll be going to piss him off again. The man is mad!” The guard nudged the one to his left and they both chuckled as Alsia had begun to get closer… and closer… and closer… 
“Hey,” he affirmed. “Hey, mind your fuckin’ space, buddy” as the Ephemeral had started to get into his personal space with alarming ferocity. The guard, clearly agitated, rifle still stowed, raised him arms to shove Alsia backwards as her facial panel lifted.

The guard barely had time to scream before Alsia’s tongue punched a solid hole directly through the armour plating of the guard’s helmet. The body fell limp to the ground, blood coursing through the open wound, staining the dry, metallic floor a deep, sticky scarlet. 

“WHAT THE FU-“ The second guard began to scream, but his voice did not carry far as his bellow was cut short by a small plasma blade materialising from the ether behind and somehow plunging itself into the base of the guard’s skull, forcing his body, too, to fall limp to the floor with a sickening thud. 

Alsia and Shadow had cleared the room, leaving the rest of the Ephemeral to move in and regroup, and to devise a deeper strategy. There were many guards between them and Kolac, and the radio silence of a pair of sentries would not go unnoticed forever.