"First rule of slaughter: always kill the assassin first," Klaus grinned.
Oscar held his chest in agony as part of his soul was chopped off along with the shadow assassin. His life, and theirs, had been linked when he summoned them using his life force.
So the moment they died, a part of him died with them.
That was the price he had to pay for power.
He could only blame himself.
Klaus resumed his battle, putting the third plan into motion. The dual-wielding swordsman had to go.
"Crap..." Klaus was thrown away, his body latched onto by the thick, pointy alien hair. It had turned into ropes—or so it seemed—wiggling and twisting in the air.
"Let go of me, bastard!" Klaus pulled, but he couldn't break free from the countless strands of hair gripping his arms and legs.
BOOM!
