Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

Deadly Samurais

There came about seven sabres in his direction, and they came too quickly that Alves could not avoid any. Not even one of the swords. He could feel and hear metals tearing into his flesh, and shoving his inside to the side.

The pain was severe and excruciating. He had meant to stand up at once to fight these men off, but he wasn't even given the chance to take a perfect stance before he was ambushed and stabbed at every corner of his body.

He dropped on his knees. Blood was about streaming from every part of his body. The sabers were in his chests, sides and legs.

There was no part of his body that didn't have a share of the pain which was travelling across his body in a great and quick velocity. With pangs.

He could hear the men saying some things but he couldn't understand them. One thing was the fact that he couldn't make meaning of what they had said and the other, he had no idea what other fate would fall on him. But then he did know that one would be at the mercy of the other