Vanguard
Vanguard slapped her mid-sentence with a ruthless back hand. The loud, cracking sound of the whip that took the shape of his hand had drowned all sounds in their surroundings and plunged it to silence.
"Quiet, doll." He said in a stern, soft but calm tone. "I do not remember giving you permission to speak. Whatever message you may have sent would have had the same effect if you killed them quickly and hastily."
He knelt to the dying men and looked each of them in the eye, one by one. There was nothing but hardness in his features, but even so he could feel their pain. I'm sorry, I can't save you. He thought as he gouged their hearts one by one with a graceful motion, delivering a swift and painless death. His hand moved with such skill and surgical precision that not a single drop of blood stained his clothes.
Their wounds were too grave for him to bring them to a healer in time, but he could still abridge their plight. As a failure of a hero, this was all he could do. The mere feeling of their blood coursing across his hand was enough to make him feel sick. He rose again and turned to the construct with a frigid gaze, speaking harshly yet softly.
"Even the life of such lowlife garbage had worth. To preserve the worth of life with fairness, dignity and consent, that is what true justice means. Without true justice, your actions are an abomination that must be eradicated. If you cannot understand such a simple fact, you are lower than garbage scum, a mindless object simply serving a dogma without thinking. That is what makes you a puppet."