Clay raised both hands above his head again. At this point, he couldn't even see anymore. His eyes were covered with the blood of his enemy and his vision was blurry due to his exhaustion.
'Losing lots of blood sure is tough, huh? Coming to think about it, I have been bleeding a lot. Every fight I have against the ambassadors is fierce and cruel. It's like carnage. I have been getting more and more relentless as time passes, and they probably are trying to act the same way.'
He exerted strength in his back, then in the muscles of his arms, sending both hands downwards, then twisting, pulling, and repeating. As he did it, the fateful thought came across his mind, 'I am tired of bleeding.'
