"Eerie... It's definitely Butcher I'm sensing right now near the fountain."
In Gojack's eyes, he could recall that one festival where everyone was happily dancing to the song of the bards, people brightly enjoying their food in front of the stalls, and there was so much peace in everyone's face until bloodbath became rampant and chaos ruled over their minds.
But to others, the fountain-- where it was surrounded by food stalls-- was nothing more than a stage set up by Butcher himself with everything around him frozen in ice.Bethel carelessly took a step forward when the other faction leaders
stopped when suddenly, like a button being pressed, he landed his foot on a trap placed by Butcher.Swiftly, Bethel caught on to the trap, thus giving himself time to react before the spikey ice snare that emerged from the ground could impale him. He jumped back, distancing himself and now fortifying his guard even more.
"Of course, it wouldn't be that
Bethel felt like the voice inside his ears rang for the second time, but it was not really the case. Two of them really were talking in sync, and Bethel could not tell if the same person that emerged from the original body was nothing more than an illusion or a clone. There was only one thing to make sure of and clear his doubts. That is to engage in a fight against his chosen enemy, and get an answer to whether it is real or just an illusion.The ninjatō is typically depicted as being a short sword, often portrayed as having a straight blade (similar to that of a shikomizue) with a square guard. Usually of a length "less than 60 cm", the rest of the sword is comparatively "thick, heavy and straight." (Source: Wikipedia)In the world of shadows and bloodbath, there lies a group of covert agents or commonly known as mercenaries, which serves their purpose for reconnaissance, espionage, infiltration, deception, ambush, bodyguarding, and their fighting skills in martial a
His wound seemed like it did not affect him whatsoever. The man could still laugh his ass off despite having his jaw ripped in half by Bethel's sword."Truly a worthy opponent you are, Bethel. Because of that, I'd tell you my name."Both sides had a reset, conversing with each other with their guards up and their eyes focused on the other while assessing and planning their next course of action."Even if you don't want to know, I'd insist. Gituku is my name, which means "shady and sly," though I'm quite the opposite. I'm bright and honest."Although faint, Bethel is sure that there is no way there are only two of them when he could hear multiple voices inside his head. But it can also be a psychological attack from Gituku, so it was all doubt until proven. Neither of these will be answered if Bethel does not do anything."Gituku sounds like a name from some tribe.""Well, I am from the tribe of the mighty and opulent land of Marxian."
"I am currently having a great massage. Ooh! I wish you could experience this feeling right now."Bethel was in the same position when he first disappeared and reappeared exactly how he was before, still, head first and whizzing past the wind barrier flowing around that was accompanied by a cold breeze."What in tarnation did you do?!"A quick and precise attack was executed, thus eliminating one of the two threats. Multiple lacerations are not enough. Bethel chose to cut deeper into Gituku's flesh, an attack the man could barely react at all.For a second, Gituku's wide grin flashed in Bethel's eyes before he succumbed to darkness."Merciless and austere, what a lovely opponent you are."What was left of the dead Gituku merged with the other one? The dead Gituku was nothing more than a pile of meat that caused damage to the alive one when they fused back together again.Blood dripped down at the side of his mouth. Gituku wiped it wit
The people on the roof of the houses weren't that much of a threat to Arnold, Halmer, Marielle, and Gojack. After defeating most of Butcher's men, the four of them went against the man responsible for the ice dome, Butcher himself.On the other hand, Vixen and Androgen against four retired knights were also the main force Butcher has in reserve.In other words, among the many men Butcher has, the five of them are the strongest. Most of the guys were just fillers to the story, who did not even put up a fight against the overwhelming abilities of the four leaders together. They served their purpose, to give the four leaders their warm-up for the upcoming battle against Butcher.As for Androgen and Vixen, they concluded that it was crazy to think that two women versus four men would be a walk in the park. No, because even after Vixen managed to destroy all of their weapons, except for having the upper hand by numbers alone, they came out overwhelmingly skilled.None of them can use magic
"Dude, I came here for the money. But I totally agree with you on the taking turns part. It's 'cause I prefer boobs over ass.""Real men prefer thighs, thick preferably."The twins brushed their eyes, checking if they were just dreaming about two armed men arguing over whether it should be ass, boobs, or thighs."But dear intruders, shouldn't personality come first more than anything else?" Said the two of them, thinking of the scenario as a dream. "Mom, always tells us beauty is on the inside.""Sounds like what an ugly person would say.""But our Mom is prettier than any other mother.""Oh, yeah? Never seen her. I should pay a visit to her room then. But before that, you two need to go back to sleep, eternally."They even put on the twins' blanket for them, singing them a lullaby as the knife gently yet painfully pierced the twins' chest. Struggling, the two wicked men covered the two poor children's mouths to prevent noise from res
In these lustful men's eyes, Vixen was a vulnerable prey they should feast on while it is still alive.They licked their lips upon laying eyes on the weak state Vixen was in. She was effortlessly seductive. Her sweat attracted their libidos and stirred more sexual fantasies inside their heads.August staggeringly got back on his feet after suffering an immeasurable degree of pain from having his nutsack kicked by Vixen when he persisted in pinning her."Vixen, honey! Run away!"Her mom put up a fight. Seeing her daughter this vulnerable, she can already see how things will go if Vixen does not escape now.But there was no escape when one man blocked off the path. Cramp as it may seem, there was enough space inside for the five of them to pleasure themselves with two beautiful women.With her mouth now unoccupied, Vixen's mother began chanting a spell under her breath, emitting fragments of magic as she was halfway finished with her spell.
There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your whole family dead. And the thought of not seeing their smiles anymore added to the immense sorrow she was under at that moment.Vixen knew that it would be a pain to dig her family their graves, so they just turned them into nothing but ashes, then placed them in an improvised urn she made. That way, she just needed to scatter their remains by going to the shore.Whilst walking down the shore near the splashing waves of the sea with the urn being tightly held by her, Vixen opened the lid of the vase, throwing it on the sandy shore.Her trembling hand slowly reached for the ashes of her whole family; her father, mother, and siblings that died at the hands of the wicked. A handful of ash was taken out of the urn. Vixen stopped on top of a big rock where fish around it swim despite the heavy current and tidal waves.And onto the wild sea, the ashes were scattered as the tears flowed down fro
Gituku was not given the time to mourn his fallen comrades. He watched them suffer at the hands of Vixen whilst being pushed back by Bethel. It pained him to witness his friends turned into ashes. But what really aches was the fact that he could not even do anything about it."Haa!"He was out of breath after the fierce consecutive attacks from Bethel, giving him no time to fight back. Fending his enemy, Bethel, was not easy. Something about Bethel changed upon disappearing earlier.When Bethel came back from the strangely indescribable world of fantasy and magic, something about him changed. Unlike Gituku whose personality was not the same when he first split himself into two, Bethel was the same person but a much better version of him.Under the guise of a loquacious manner, Gituku was actually a much quieter and polite person. None of it was his actual personality. But by splitting himself and constantly activating his skill, his Alter Ego changed him.