*CRASH*
*CRACK*
With each strike of his, more puppets fell down on the ground, missing body parts.
''True Iron Style, Iron Predator!'' He crossed his arms, and his hands slowly transformed until they resembled a lot of ancient beast's claws.
*SWOOSH*
He moved across the room with one step, leaving dozen destroyed puppets in his path.
He moved the mask on his face slightly to allow the air to leave and enter more freely.
Once he felt refreshed, he turned around and came face-to-face with an army of puppets, ready to smash his bones into meat paste.
However, not even a shred of fear was visible in his assertive demeanor.
Marshall, who was currently watching, felt fear.
He grabbed his hair and almost pulled them off from its roots.
''First Ichiro… Now, this guy…'' Regret started piling up.
He was the so-called Hero of Irio, the one who was the peacekeeper.
