Rushing ahead the type five jumped up and landed straight onto the female wearing non combat clothes, however before he could do anything she started stabbing him in his chest with a ice pick like knife. "Follow the leader!" Four more idiots rushed the girl, however this time the man in full gear stepped in and saw them coming, they were already losing. Looking at these idiots who just rushed in like animals and started attacking, Asmo felt a headache looking at their idiotic acts.
The last three stopped by Asmo and just stared at the idiots with him, nobody could help them since they were all type three's. "What the hell, why are they doing that." "That supposed leader of ours is brain dead isn't he, he is so dead." Watching him get stabbed non stop eventually he stopped moving around, seeing him no longer moving the female put his body on the ground. She nodded to the armored man and he walked over, he swung down his sword and cut the idiot leaders head off. "Well there screwed, let's get out of here." Asmo announced, he turned around and began running away. The other three followed him and he went back the same spot they sat with the idiot leader, this time without the idiots. "Well, I am going to look for a new group." One of the three said, the other three just nodded their head and followed him. "I guess I will wait till I'm a type four, I can just drink cow blood for six more months." Asmo muttered to himself, he was laying on the ground looking at the stone ceiling above him.
Asmo had an idea, but it was a bit evil. He began to put it together in his mind and realized it could work, he would gather the idiots when he reached type four and use them to get more blood. He would instead of joining a group make a group, a group centered around using idiots.