Youma Loera's mind raced until a splatter of crimson color sprayed near him.
His pupils shrinking into dots, and gradually replaced by a mix of bewilderment and fear.
A severed head with spraying blood rolled over, and facing downward.
Sanchia Calderon's expression frozen in the grip of death, his face remained filled with ferocity until his last moment.
They had planned to attack from east and west side, but before the plan could take effect, one was dead, and the others couldn't survive.
Curling up amidst the foliage, Youma Loera hugged his legs tightly.
He could faintly heard Heriberto Cabrera's terrified voice in the air, as if talking about the man's prowess.
But before it could reach him, the scream soon vanished and dissipated into the air.
The man stood at the center of the blood-drenched chaos for a few seconds before starting to clean up.
He swiftly dismembered the monster, and taking the most precious parts.
