The remaining Firebirds gaped in surprise and fear. Fifty Firebirds...dead...just like that. Seeing that they could not take the aggressive route, the leader of the Firebird decided to see if there was any way to offer a peaceful negotiation. The leader still hold some charisma power over his subordinates and when he flew towards me, his warriors looked on expectantly.

"This one is Pyre son of Ferno. We must have some misunderstanding and I represent my army and apologize to you for any inconveniences you have met thus far. We are currently at war with the Wyverns and it's nearing the end. May I ask you to give me some face and allow us to finish this war?" The Firebird leader greeted.

"You want me to give you face?" I slowly asked.

"Yes, please accept my reque-!" Pyre attempted to reply but suddenly, he felt a searing pain on his face. A thick liquid-like substance flowed down his face, wetting it. Pyre gingerly touched his face and winced at the pain. He looked at his fingers and saw...blood? Pyre gasped in shock and looked at the person in front of him. The Firebird leader couldn't help but notice the thing in the human's hand. It...it was....

"Sorry." I replied as I looked at the thing in my hand, "I only take faces."

"Kuuaaahhhh!!" Pyre screamed as he finally realized what was in my hand...it was his face. Pyre reached up and tried to cover his face but the pain stopped him. "YOU! YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERFU-!"

But that was all the Firebird could say before I beheaded him. I didn't really mind cursing...but if curses were directed at me, I tend to get...edgy. I looked at the remaining 42 Firebirds and flicked my wrist, signaling my supporters to destroy them.