Blood splattered everywhere as Zad's head rolled on the plains, his face still bearing the last expression he had before death.
Complete terror!
"Now then, who's next?" Lauria asked, turning to the remaining mercenaries.
The mercenaries totally lost their will to fight after watching the most powerful get trumped so easily. With only a few of their numbers left, they stood no chance at all.
"She easily took down a ruler?!" They mumbled.
No one wants to die. Not even steel-hearted men of the battlefield.
They all dropped their swords and ran away, screaming pathetically. Abandoning their ruler, Borgos, who merely stood dumbfounded, they fled desperately.
"H-Hey, come back here. Don't leave me. You bastards!!!" Borgos yelled.
His legs were shaking and he could not even move. His knees gave out as he collapsed on the floor, unable to move.
