"Kyaaahk! Stop! Please stop!"
"W-what is the meaning of this!? Keok!"
The citizens of Aslan continued to scream away. The intoxicated soldiers mercilessly attacked them, but in the midst of their cruel slaughter, they noticed a signal flare rising up into the night sky.
"What was that just now?"
The crimson flare had been fired by the hashashins.
"Huh! That's from Rahamma's children, isn't it? But, they are requesting assistance?"
"Those high-and-mighty hashashins are doing what now?"
"Haha, in the end they are still nothing more than some measly demi-humans, after all! What can a group of slaves even do, anyway?"
"You're right. How strong can a demi-human be, right?"
"Get ready. Judging from the direction, it looks like the street we're on."
The Aslan soldiers got ready by the entrance to the street. While pulling out their swords and crossbows, they strutted towards their destination and gathered up in a group.