A boy was moving his arms here and there to slice as many opponents as he could. Five long blackish-purple chains were also moving around him like chainsaws, splitting anyone that tried to cross into two.
His whole body was covered in wounds, but he was still moving and trying to take down as many as possible. There were so many that the area around him had become like a small mountain of corpses. He used his sword to slash another one, and with a cracking sound, it broke.
He threw it and said, "Shit, another one is gone. I don't have any spare weapons. Let's use these daggers to fight." He tightened his grip on the three daggers before starting to fight again. The place around him had gotten wet from the blood of the monsters. It had been an hour since the start of the battle, but there was no end to it.
