[Asura]

*saunters back in, eyes closed, covered from head to toe in blood and feathers, and looking extremely pleased with herself*

I have returned from the enemy camp. Such witless fools who let down their guard with a simple greeting and welcoming expression. But now, the enemy camp is more beautiful than ever with the corpses of their followers littering the streets when they greet the sun today.

*eyes open* Nothing improves morale more than a little redecorating. *upends a bag full of bloody feathers* I say we make pillows out of these.