The head of a rather large soldier in white came rolling in the ground, not quite as large as the brutes the natives of the realm had gotten used to by now, but definitely larger than the typical humanoid, but their slayer was not quite interested in inspecting their true identity, long coat fluttering chaotically as he moved in between trees swiftly, wielding a crude-looking polearm which bladed end reassembled a cleaver, with a slight nudge, the polearm decreased in length, and like a trap, closed in on itself right around the neck of another invader, cutting into his throat.
With another movement, the neck and head were torn apart from one another, killing the tall living soldier in one fell swoop, and only then did the slayer slow down, looking around the area, making sure that no other threats were lying in wait.
