Zachary sheathed his katana and wrapped it on his waist with a thin string.
"That's enough for you, huh." He looked at the katana as he spoke. He slowly removed his hand from the scabbard, which was the first time since he took it from the wall.
He rubbed his numb palm and then reached into his hidden pocket for a small knife. As he walked to the bleeding head of the Mother Spider, the spider soldiers screamed in anger.
"Hmm?" Zachary stopped to look at the screaming spider soldiers. They were screaming in sorrow as they had just witnessed their mother dying.
"Heh." He simply chuckled and continued walking to Mother Spider's separated head. The hundreds of eyes were rolled backward to sockets and its disgustingly long tongue hung outside the mouth.
Zachary crouched in front of the head and tested the sharpness of his small knife with his index finger. The small blade then reflected his small smile.
