Bam-
"Mark."
Bam-
"Mark."
Bam-
"Mark...?"
The Wind around him called, but he couldn't hear a thing.
The Monster lay on the ground, bleeding and unmoving.
Bam-
Zephyr retracted his bloodied fist for the seventh time.
Bloodied, but not by his own blood.
"Passed out? Already?"
As he retracted his fist, the Monster's deformed face was revealed.
The right side of its face had been thoroughly pummeled.
Zephyr slowly stood back up.
'Definitely fills many of the General's requirements. Strength, speed... It's all there.' He thought.
Zephyr picked up the Spear by his side.
'Were he to get a bit faster, I could've been in trouble. Good thing the General recommended that I come Armored.'
Pierce.
AARGHH-
Screams and growls of pain exited the Monster's mouth, suddenly woken up by the Spear going through its thigh.
