Chapter 262 Red Rain!
East: A Valley Somewhere
Mezo Sheeter:
Still as I am with my sword out as I stare at the false leader of this band that surrounds me and Grazu, keeping my eyes forward as I say with a monotone voice, Grazu take out the left and I'll take out the right.
Grinning after hearing my claim on which side he should slaughter first, Grazu says as he instantly follows the order, finally something to do. Alarmed at seeing my large new companion zooming toward them, armed with bows as they aim at him with their expressions panicked, the bowmen then fire in unison at Grazu.
Charging with no thought of stopping to dodge, moving his large blade with swiftness and speed as he cuts the arrows down, upon what seems to be six bowmen on that side, gripping his sword as he swings it with no effort, Grazu dismembers all six men in half, sliding off their lower bodies like melons that have been cut, as the men's toros drop on the grass plain at the same time, not long after, blood spurts into the air turning the greenery red.
Pleased at seeing his handy work, Grazu says, I'm predicting in our forecast red rain today. Getting started after witnessing Grazu's display on how he handled himself against multiple enemies, easily cutting down these weak fools with no emotions felt within me, nimbly moving about as me and Grazu hack and slash every living soul that wants to test us, thinking to myself with empty Ness taking over me, I say as I thrust my blade through three hoodlums guts, I feel nothing in this fight. All of these gnats are detestable to me.
Redder as the plains get soaked with blood as more bodies get butchered by me and Grazu's forceful might, glancing over for a moment at the middle aged human man with black and purple hair, contorted in fear as his face goes at witnessing the massacre of his followers, shifting my body toward his direction, I say with peace in my voice, Grazu clean up the rest, I have business with their leader.
Hearing his blade cut through more flesh, responding back, Grazu says, sure. Can do.
Darting with rapid speed at the man that claimed he was going to take my head, smelling his fear as I almost reach him, pointing his sword out with desperation on his face, the man says in a cowardly voice, don't just gawk at the beast coming toward me! Go protect me!
Rushing at me after receiving the weak-willed man's pathetic order to come and attack me, four spearmen on boars come forth with gusto.
Indifferent toward the situation as my feet do not lose their burst, holding my blade tight as I cut one spearman down in his throat or rather his head comes off from the sheer power.
Doing well to not cutdown any of the boars their riding, understanding that they could be our form of transportation, slicing off the arms of the last one of the spearmen, in the vicinity of the garbage that decided this siege on me, I say as I scowl in his face, your soul will not be etched in my memory, now die.
End of Chapter 262