IC:
The sounds of bustling animal life could be heard everywhere, nobody could hear the Sniper lying nearby. Sniper: "Shall I fire, Dreadnought?" Dreadnought: "No, not yet, not until the Vezir have given the order." The villagers in the small village nearby was busy going on with their simple, happy lives, not knowing that fate was closing in. Radio: "zzzprrrak... Initiate operation kinslayer..." Dreadnought: "Yes Commander, at once." The dreadnought made a small signal with his hand, and some skirmishers came out of the bushes. At the very same moment, the Sniper fired his needle crossbow rapidly, slaying the villagers with the huge spikes fired from it. Panic errupted, and the skirmishers, wearing all black, ran into the fray. Many villagers picked up weapons and tried to defend themselves, but they were quickly overwhelmed. Dreadnought: "Operation Kinslayer Initiated..." Radio: "Excellent."
OOC:
Some kind of background for my plot.
