Black Angel Or African Gods
With his arms outstretched, Igbins, the boy who had been losing his temper earlier, cried out, when he saw his colleague's head burst away and his body break apart—dropping lifeless, like a sack of potato upon crash.
He abruptly halted, on his track. His face, immediately, changing into a gloomy facade of depression, suddenly became pale.
He kept on looking, wide-eyed, and interchangeably, at the young warrior, Jada's, damaged dead body and the octopus-like creature which continued, a dance-like fight, with the other young warriors belonging to the team.
"Lea–lea–leader, Our leader is dead. Oh no!" He started murmuring to himself; completely aghast.
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