tBlood splattered throughout the upper deck of a lone rear battleship while several corpses laid across the wooden floor. After taking care of the last remaining crew in the deck of the giant medieval battleship, Abraham turned his attention towards the two individuals standing in front of him.
He quickly deduced that they were the War Master and captain of the battleship.
"I was expecting for the two of you to run away. Is my head really worth your lives?" He questioned the two as they could have escape as he took care of the crew that kept bothering him with their blades and archaic guns.
Naturally, these weapons were ineffective since nothing but their blood remained on his clothing. There was no sight of an injury, and he didn't even look exhausted after fighting over a hundred crew members.
