Bloodbath was a goddamn understatement.
The tengus were veritably soaring into their imminent deaths-- they might as well have just impaled themselves on the assorted swords, spears, knives, and fins (if the beast-folk she'd just seen batter a tengu with their tail was any indication) for all the good they were doing. Whilst the civilians fled like the useless imbeciles they were, helpless to fight anything more threatening than a slightly irritating fly, a motley amalgamation of select individuals was making short work of the squad of tengus that had, for whatever reason, managed to strike so close to the Yune capital. By the looks of the consequent massacre, that wasn't the most tactically sound of decisions.
Then again, Amanhã mused as she glanced across the nascent battlefield, she didn't suppose they could have accounted for the town playing host to a variety of what seemed to be top-line warriors on the very day they'd planned their attack. More to the point, those top-line warriors were all killing off the tengus, and Amanhã would be damned if she was gonna cut it at one kill.
The tengus had scattered, as was standard for Teng military doctrine: attack en masse, and then scatter and engage targets of interest in small groups. In this case, being less a full-scale military engagement and more a small skirmish, every warrior defending Poyo was a target of interest, and so each one was assailed individually by groups. Amanhã was no exception: four tengus detached from the fray as she stepped away from the carcass of their comrade, swooping down to surround her. Again, expected. Amanhã had fought enough of the Kingdom's soldiers to have a pretty good grasp of how they tended to fight-- at least, when they adhered to what she supposed was their standard training doctrine. Surround the target, have one or two attack from either side side as a distraction, and then, whilst the target responds to that attack, the other two make quick work of them. It was a good tactic, one that'd nearly put Amanhã down for good the first time she'd taken a job fighting the Teng Kingdom. Fortunately, now she had a pretty good idea of how the process went.
A simple feint was all it took, and the tactic was undone. A battering elbow to the skull of one warrior, disorienting them-- the next impaled through the chest on her greatsword before the bounty hunter, her blade still buried deep in the body of the second tengu, grabbed the sword wrist of another oncoming attacker and shattered the bones within with a cruel, effortless motion. The other two, one having recovered from the elbow blow, were now attacking in earnest again; Amanhã deflected the blow of the first with such violence that their sword sailed from their hand just before she cut them down, her blade rending through armour and flesh like... well, a six and a half foot greatsword through a tengu. The other received a kick to the chest that sent them careening to the ground long enough for Amanhã to then turn back to the other tengu, still doubled over from the pain of their shattered wrist, and pierce them downwards through the back, sinking her sword into the adversary and then withdrawing it slick with fresh blood joining the cruor of their fallen comrades. The last remaining foe had clambered back to their feet, and, perceiving an opportunity with Amanhã's back turned, scrambled to seize on it, all too late. She turned swiftly to find the tengu charging with their sword held aloft and ready to come down on the bounty hunter, and with a decisive motion, she rent the hand holding the sword from the tengu's arm. The hand fell to the ground uselessly, the sword following shortly after, and the tengu stumbled backwards in shock, gripping the cavity where once their hand had been, now spurting blood, the bone, shorn of its connection to the hand, protruding. She was not interested in letting the tengu suffer long: as they sank to their knees, she raised her greatsword, and brought it down brutally on the warrior's neck, sundering head from shoulders and unleashing a beautiful fountain of sanguine unto the street of the town centre.
It had happened all in the span of just a few seconds-- and it was not enough. A frenzy of violence, of bloodlust, of a ravenous craving for carnage, had seized Amanhã, and it could not be so easily sated. Demanding monetary recompense was the farthest thing from the red haze of her mind right now-- how could she possibly have need for any more reward than this gratification of her one and only joy in life? She needed only to find more entertainment, more to kill, and that would be reward enough.
As the battle continued to be waged in the town centre of the trifling town of Poyo, Amanhã Tiamat hurled herself directly into the thick of it, into the mass of carcasses-to-be, dead things waiting to happen, and she was making them happen, stabbing, slashing, crushing, kicking, smashing, shattering and battering. Behind the stark apathy of the faceplate she was grinning, glorying in the senseless carnage, the violence, the viscerality and carnality of it all.
It was the only thing that made her feel alive anymore.