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He cupped Galene's head firmly as he tipped it towards the light. Stralath was surprised to see red blood—didn't the fisheri blood have more blue-green color due to hemocyanin? A copper-containing protein? Was Bobby wrong about the target? Or had he lied? Why hadn't Galene defended herself against her attacker? A fisheri could kill by paralyzing their prey with a barb to the neck. Yet, she'd seemed helpless, forcing Stralath to step in. Even now, she trembled, the shock evident in her eyes.

Blood cascaded from the wounds, a crimson torrent that stained his face and pooled on the floor at our feet. The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a grotesque testament to the pain I had inflicted. As I withdrew the knife, his right eyeball dangled grotesquely from its socket, hanging by a thread of tissue, a macabre trophy of my rage. Each blink caused a fresh cascade of blood to spill from his eyes, the viscous liquid flowing freely down his cheeks, mingling with his tears. It was a sight that will repulse anyone, but for me, it filled me with a sickening sense of satisfaction.

At the moment of its completion, a lightning bolt struck the blade, searing it with its current dark red hue. When it tasted blood, the saber would turn a deep, glistening crimson, living up to its fearsome name. Howard grunted, taking the saber with a stern look on his face.

Then, without a word, he reached into the folder on the table and pulled out another photograph. He slid it toward me, and the moment my eyes fell on it, the air was sucked from my lungs. It was a knife. A slim long one, stained with blood so dark it almost looked black against the steel. The image was sharp, vivid, and utterly revolting. My stomach twisted violently again, and I felt bile rising in my throat.

The Greyman’s eyes flared and it cried out with the little air left in its lungs. Porcius looked down to see the Pict girl stabbing up with his gladius, slicing open the lower abdomen of the stunned Greyman. A deep roar came out, but not from the beast. Tavia gave a cry Porcius was certain the Spartans would get randy over. She twisted the blade and cut deep fast, and like a gutted fish, the Greyman’s intestines unloaded. Unfortunately for the girl, they spewed all over her, covering the redheaded girl and flopping her to the floor of the slaughter lodge.

Her entire arm turned black already and the black veins reached her neck. A mini-scythe appeared on Grip’s free hand. He slit his wrist where his mark was located. His blood dripped and a drop fell beneath us. It rippled in my ears so clear and vivid like dripping water in a faucet. The place suddenly illuminated washing away darkness lingering on Gugu.

“I heard you are pregnant? One month? Two? It’s not visible yet so I wonder. I suggest you should just kill that child. Its father is dead, after all. You can bear mine instead.” I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. How dare he tell me to kill my child! How dare he! He should die today. His blood should spill in my hands. There is no forgiving for someone as evil as him. I flew towards him. The blade of my sword collided against his. Using my other hand, I gave him a heavy blow in his chest. He took a step backward and smirked as if it didn’t affect him even a bit. Another sword formed in his hand, now he’s holding two—both have miasma of evil.

Lying in the pool of her blood, the mother gave me a look that convenes so much, a look that makes my heartache. Carefully dropping the baby, I give it my best practiced stern look, “stay here, don't move closer to her.” Running back, I take up my bag of Goodies, thankfully I got enough Ude to last for Many Izu Ukas. Kneeling beside her, I crunched to check where the blood was seeping from. She had a large cut on her stomach, a cut that looks suspiciously like a hunter's Nkwaoru * it's a weapon that has a sharp edge with a wooden handle.

The Badblood pushed and sends Sisi staggering backwards. Sisi was annoyed. They can't even wound the Badblood. She's too fast plus the multiple arms. She advanced again and rolled. There an open opportunity. Her side was open so Sisi sliced it. The Badblood bellowed in rage. She dropped her swords and punched Sisi in the chest. Sisi flew and landed in the distance. She grunts in pain. Her lungs shutdown. She gasped for air and groaned. Her throat hurts. She passed out.

Blood and gore flooded out as I went into full panic mode. Scooting backwards on my bottom I was a gibbering wreck. The mangled corpse of the leather-faced Paulie now had a horrendously meaty smell mixing in with the sweat and whisky as blood oozed out of his broken neck. The amount of blood sent me spiralling back to that night when I took a knife to Luna Grace's bedroom.