Pissed, he wanted to rip sentries apart with his bare hands.
That was his mission.
By the end of the night he'd left several dead ones behind.
He was a warrior.
He'd sneak up behind them, and before they could swivel their heads around he was on them, fists going furiously. Pulverizing them.
He didn't let up. They were only shards when he was done. He never used a weapon.
He wanted to teach them a lesson.
Sentries were always thinking they were badass. All right, he thought, we're seeing about that.
Once, he'd eased up killing a sentry, thinking it was dead, and it was able to fire a few rounds at him. He vowed never to make that mistake again.
Each sentry was beaten until it couldn't be beaten anymore. He smashed it then kicked it around.
He soaked up all the metal so it couldn't be rebuilt. Sascha was a happy camper.
He was a ninja killer. A ninja sentry killer.
