Seven once lively and energetic bodies fell backwards, their entire forms riddled with gaping, compressed holes akin to a collapsed wasp's nest. Blood spurted out of their hollow, perforated bodies in distorted streams, whimpering piteously as it broke apart from the open wound, loath to let go of their crumbled domain.
The nail-headed bats and thick wooden shields they once gripped tightly were now riddled with appalling holes. A pool of dense blood quickly gathered on the lying red soil, immediately tinging the withered leaves on the ground a maple-like color. As they slowly floated in the red pool, the thirsty red soil quickly soaked up the blood, leaving behind nothing but distorted patches of black soil and leaves speckled with blood as proof of all that had transpired.
This was pure madness!
The Bear Goblin bandits couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that there existed a piglet in this world that could release a barrage of water arrows.
