Whoosh!
Swish!
Thud!
The sound of wind blowing and bodies falling sounded everywhere where Nash's body moved, his sword vanishing and reappearing from time to time as it sliced the creatures into halves without much less of a struggle!
His body was like a panther, moving to and fro between the hord of creatures whose number now reached the hundreds, and with seemingly lightning speed he claimed their lives from their blind spot without showing the slightest of mercy to them!
Swish!
"And that was number five hundred and forty." severing the last creature's head of its body, Nash exhaled a great amount of turbid air to calm his slightly fast-beating heart down and looked around.
Sliced corpses on top of each other formed small piles, deep crimson blood flowing around and down at the edges of the rock pillar in an almost stream-like manner while the air was filled with the putrid and irony smell everywhere all around him.
