The leader of the group looked around as he pulled his blade out of its sheath. He did not know what was going on but his countless years of experience in these kinds of matters told him that his life was currently being balanced on a razor's edge. A single wrong move and death would claim him for itself.
"Prepare yourselves ." the man cried out with all his might. His men jumped off their demonic beasts and pulled out their weapons. They could see that something was off.
When the group leader turned around and looked back at his men, he saw that over a quarter of them were still seated on their demonic beasts with tier necks slashed open. Blood covered their clothes and to his horror, even the demonic beasts belonging to these dead men had also been killed and yet they had not let out even a screech.
"What the fuck is going on?"