"See that Draconoid?"
"Huh,"
"Watch." Crimson's eyes flash in red as he repeated what he had done earlier.
"Eat his both legs." Crimson remembered this is the guy who keep on kicking the original owner of his disguise. A little revenge won't hurt right?
The Draconoid's eyes immediately turn bright red like the color of Crimson and it bit off the man's lower limbs. A piercing torturing shriek erupted into the night. Crimson let out a low laugh.
"We should join them," Kyra urged. She watch as Crimson uttered commands over the Draconoids. The Draconoids has no means of disobeying him. In result, the mercenary group are quickly shrinking in number.
It was only until there are six left that Crimson let Kyra go from his hold. Kyra immediately pulled out her sword and ran to the mercenary's side. Of course, she did not forget about Crimson and pulled him out too.
It would be too suspicious especially when they are the new recruits and they could not present anything to prove their worth to the mercenary. At least a little acting with attitude is good for them.
Kyra was sharp and agile in her movements. She showed not a slightest of weakness or fear facing the Draconoid. As fangs parried her sword, she twsited to the side and slid the blade below the Draconoid's claws.
It sliced right through the skin and separated the flesh on its talons. The Draconoid was angered. It stare viciously at Kyra with its grey transparent eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, it opened its mouth and roared.
Crimson sensed the danger. The atmosphere in the surrrounding lowered.
Behind Kyra, someone spat. "Shit! Everyone get away, it's the Draconoid's breath!"
Crimson walked solemnly to her side and stared as the pressure gathered in the Draconoid's tongue. He can see the course of the wind clashing each other. Producing the solid form of small black cirlce at the center of the Draconoid's mouth.
"What are you doing?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" One of the men shouted, as Crimson scan around the remaining number of Warbeasts, there's only three in total. He let out a sickly grin.
He lean closer to Kyra's ear and whispered, "Among the three which one do you like to sacrifice?"
Kyra does not need to think twice, she handpicked the Warbeasts on the brink of death at the side, her black thorns sprang up like malicious gigantic tentacles. It surrounded the injured Warbeasts.
"What? Aaaahhh!!!" The Warbeast's leg was already decapidated. The other two have light scratches and minimal injuries. So running and escaping was convenient for them. The other two tried to approach and help the last Warbeast but it was too late. The black thorns have dragged the body right into the draconoid's mouth.
Crimson acted as if he was trying to cut off the thorns but his weapon can't penetrate the thorn. The two Warbeasts watch helplessly as their remaining member got swallowed alive by the Draconoid.
Crimson then took that opportunity to pierce the Draconoid's eye and repeat the process of killing just like he did earlier. It was cruel and ruthless. The blood splash like a sprinkling water.
Crimson did not spare the other two Warbeasts a thought and continued stabbing the Draconoid's eyes, until his sword penetrated it's bonehead.
The two Warbeasts stared in horror and fright at this scene. It was as if, they are watching something unbelievable. A monster more ruthless than any beasts they encountered is mercilessly tearing the Draconoid apart.
It caused their hairs to rise from their skin and fear took over their will to speak. Kyra studied their expressions and frown.
After all that descriptions about the Warbeasts being ruthless, this is all they are made of? How disappointing. Kyra let Crimson have most of the hunt, she wanted to see what these Warbeasts breaths are like.
Are they as deadly and dangerous as Verdant and Violet made them to be?
But her questions were left unanswered. After Crimson was done hacking the Draconoid into pieces, the other Draconoid turn its back on us and ran in different direction.
"Are they always that scaredy-cat?" I asked, eyeing the two frozen Warbeasts. It took them a while before they found their voice.
"Y-you YOu! What did you -"
Crimson twirled the sword in an arc to flick off the blood. His maddening eyes were not removed from his face.
"Let's go." Kyra urged.
The Warbeast in red robe, after swallowing the lump in his throat for five times glanced at Crimson warily.
"We should extract the insides first." He was the leader of the mercenary group. No wonder he was able to control his emotions so well, unlike the other one who doubled up and vomit right on the spot.
Crimson handed over a dagger from the other Warbeast's dead body.
The leader took it after verifying Crimson is not trying to kill him. His thoughts were obvious in his pale face. More than fear and panic, disbelief was mixed together to create the horrible expression in his face.
Disbelief.... Kyra found it weird why he wore such expression. But then she remembered they are wearing the skin of Warbeasts who are siblings, inexeperienced and totally noob for beast hunting.
How can they get so much better at it after coming out into the wild once?
Kyra fiddled her fingers. What should she do? Kill them after they successsfully took them to their continent? But that would gain suspicion.
Besides, Kyra and Crimson had never been inside. They need someone to let them in and guide them.
Kyra caught the leader stealing a glimpse at her. And their gazes met. It was the leader who broke first the eye contact. Kyra tilted her head in wonder.
Looks like this Warbeast is sharper than he looks. He must have noticed something amissed. She slid a glance to Crimson, trying to communicate to him about the leader. But it seems nothing get into his brain circuits or eyes.
Has he been transformed dumb because of the hunting today?