Now, the Obun was seeing things; he was looking at his own headless body standing there, headless, with blood spurting out of his neck like a fountain.
Then the reality it him; he had just been beheaded, but by who?
That question was one he would never know the answer to.
Dara who didn't even spare the Obun warrior another glance, sensed the warrior he's helping following right behind, with a massive sword that was now coated in black Obun blood.
Then with an abrupt spike in momentum, he sped off leaving him far behind. To him, the warrior would just become a burden in the upcoming fight.
The Obun Elder was just about to chomp on the recently born baby in his hands, when he saw Dara bolting over with eyes blazing with battle intent.
