The Scissors of Retribution
"Watch the scissors!"
The warnings came one after another.
Julian heard every single one of them.
He didn't care.
If anything, his smile only grew wider.
For a while, there was still some amusement in it.
Watching the members of the Twelve Earthly Branches scramble around him had its charm. Their panic. Their desperate attempts to avoid his scissors. The way they kept glancing at his hands as though those little blades were the most terrifying things on the battlefield.
But eventually...
Even Julian started to get bored.
His eyes drifted over the struggling members of the Twelve Earthly Branches.
Then he looked farther away.
There were still stronger fighters scattered across the battlefield.
Julian's smile slowly faded.
Bullying the weak was fun for a few minutes.
After that, it became tedious.
The weak should fight the weak.
The strong should fight the strong.
That was how a battlefield was supposed to be.
