"By the gods, what is this...?"
The slender thief cried his heart out as he fell to his knees, coughing out lots of blood. Staring at his trembling hands, the slender thief couldn't help but wince as he could see the whiteness of his bone.
He heaved heavy breaths as he tried to moderate his breathings. If he wasn't careful he might die because of a lack of good respiration. His dry skin gained a red hue in a span of half an hour and his body lost more blood than he had lost all his life.
All around him, the monotonous battle cry resounded, "Get her!"
Then…..
*Boom!*
"Get her!"
*Boom!*
"Get her!"
*Boom!*
It was the same scenario that played out every time one of his mates shouted those two words. Nothing could stop the stranger!
The slender thief feared not even the devil could!
