"What's with that creepy smirk?" Delmar's heavy voice could be heard from one corner of the battlefield.
Nile felt a chill run down his spine as he heard the voice. Recognizing it as belonging to the bald bastard, dread quickly set inside of him.
He glanced toward where he thought his body should have been but saw nothing. Then he looked around for the source of the sound and found the man who is the owner of the voice.
Indeed, Delmar stood there, sporting his signature smile and colored lens sunglasses that added a certain charm to his dangerous demeanor. As he looked at Nile like he was looking at someone very foolish.
With a mocking tone, Delmar said to Nile, "You really didn't think that you could kill me off just with that, did you?"
"Forget about the force behind those blades, not even the edge of the blade was sharp enough for it to harm me."
"But it was sharp enough for a good scratch though."
