Several mangled arms hung from the branches of a tree, the sharp green leaves tilting downwards, a drop of viscous blood falling with a "ploop".
In mid-air, a fiery red glow swept across a large arc before remaining by one's side. Five drooping fingers dripped continuously with fresh blood, contrasting sharply with the fair skin.
Casio glanced at the three or four corpses around him. This was a corridor-like white courtyard. Past this was the Red Vulture Fist's Central Area, where the gate's master and elders usually stayed.
The courtyard, originally clean and tidy, was now covered with blood. He suppressed the intoxicating feeling brought about by the Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist and stepped over a corpse of a martial artist in a combat suit.
Three seconds later, he walked out of the faintly white archway of the courtyard.
"Fire!!!"
Boom boom boom... tatt tatt tatt... whizz whizz whizz...
