I kill and I slaughter and I decimate.
I don't even have the time to figure out what's happening. I'm just doing my best. Killing as many as possible. All until finally, everything stops moving. There is no angry cockroach jumping at me anymore.
What about my friends? It's a massacre. A complete and total massacre. Their bodies lie everywhere on the battlefield. Twisted in unimaginable positions. Their abdomens and heads are perforated. The casualties are immense.
I was too slow. Their corpses stranded everywhere is the proof. I did my best, but it wasn't enough. I'm a failure of a protector. My power is great but unsuited for such a task. What is the point of invincibility if you are the only one with it? To slowly and surely see all your companions fall?
