Speed/Stealth B2C10

There was blood everywhere, but congregated around the lone figure at the other end of the circular room. He was stood by a raised platform, his burgundy robes stained with blood, and more pooled at his feet. With a frustrated growl, he reached forward and dragged someone off the pedestal. It fell to the floor with a wet plop. A faunus child, its face contorted in horror, its blood splashed out across altar and cobbled floor. Other bodies lay nearby, discarded like trash but mostly surrounding the altar the Sorcerer stood at.

I felt sick. It was the stench as much as the sight, but the knowledge – the empathy – was what drove it even further. I fell to one knee and nearly retched, and I knew I wasn't the only one. This was… this was horrifying. The people, at least ten or twenty all told, dead on the floor, killed like some kind of human sacrifice.

I heard leather creak, and instantly saw Blake surge forwards, eyes ablaze. She covered the distance in a flash, so silent that I barely heard her. Silver flashed through the air and towards the Sorcerer's unprotected back.