Chapter 100 - Ambushed?

A slew of blood splatters the ground as the lifeless, white mask cracked sinking in the flood of green. Kisshin blood is thick like gel, green like algae and pungent. The Kisshin Killers woot is laced with pain mauled in savage grief and howled until her throat fries from the agony. A Slaughter of woots responds to her cry. She herself pulls out a bone blade. Licked clean edged with teeth and curved with symbols like marking in a bestiary.