Sol held his arm round the neck of an applicant, pulling him backwards and squeezing him as much as possible.
"Just stay still, I'll get it over quickly, I promise."
He readied his knife and placed it above his victim's neck.
Plunge
The knife sunk into his neck, causing the victim to flail like a fish.
Sigh
Sol kicked the bleeding corpse away.
"She sure has it easy."
Around the red haired girl with mysterious capabilities, there was no one around her.
The crowd was smart, they wouldn't risk getting killed, when they could pick on someone weaker.
Such was the benefit of her strength.
Sol would get such treatment too, if he could prove he wasn't easy pickings.
"Aaaargh! Give me your fu*cking Knife!"
An applicant yelled while throwing a punch at Sol.
Sol crouched and ran head–first into him, hurling them both into the ground.
He quickly finished the job, dragging the knife across his neck.
Giving no time for him to rest, another applicant came up behind Sol and tried to choke him to death.
Without panicking, Sol yanked his knife free and stabbed behind him until he felt their arms grow weak.
Sol pushed him off and brushed the drops of blood that had spilled onto his head before looking around.
"I've strayed too far from Puti. I better go back before I get ganged up on."
Sol started making his way back to Puti, paving his way through piles of corpses.
"We've strayed too far apart, he's not even in his original position."
Sol caught someone's kick and pulled him towards and stabbed his heart.
"And there is also the issue that he might already be dead."
Sol killed another person, slicing their throat with a clean slice from behind.
But as Sol let the body fall to the ground, he saw a man with a large knife running towards him.
'No, why is he coming to me? I have a weapon.'
There was a ranking of strength that had formed in the battlefield, The strongest were the people with supernatural abilities, followed by the people with weapons and lastly the ones unarmed.
So this made a tactical understanding form within the second group to avoid fighting each other and instead pick on those unarmed.
'Does he not know I have a weapon?' Sol wondered.
He waved his knife in the air, showing him that he too was also armed.
"You fucker, you killed my brotheeer!!"
'Oh sh*t, that guy was his brother?'
Sol looked to the ground and compared their faces.
'Welp that explains it.
Sol immediately turned his back and ran.
Yeah no way he was fighting a guy with a twelve–inch knife when his was only five.
'What was the guy even planning to do with that big of a knife, anyways.'
Sol ducked and pushed people out of his way, slipping in and out of fights, trying to lose the lunatic.
But he just wouldn't let go, he kept cutting through the crowds Sol hid in, wiping his knife with more and more blood.
"You fu*cker, you better stop following me or else, when I get my brother Puti you're gonna get ganged up on."
Sol stopped briefly to scold him.
"Bring him here! I'll kill him to avenge Daniel's soul!!." He practically roared in anger.
Sol turned back and kept running, making sure to hide his expression.
'Pff, that idiot actually believed that.'
Sol chuckled as he ran with all his might.
But even if he ran with all his might, he was still too slow.
The lunatic swung his meat cleaver at Sol's back.
Swish
The knife cut through Sol's skin, staining his white shirt with the first blood of his.
Issh
Sol hissed and turned around, delivering a stunning left hook to his jaw and following up with a stab to his hand.
"Arrgh, you bastard."
In retaliation, the lunatic bit into Sol's shoulder.
Sol stabbed him multiple times in the leg, trying to make him let go.
Sol tilted head sideways and headbutted him.
That got both of them reeling.
Sol quickly pulled away before he could recover.
"What a pig."
He had ripped a chunk of Sol's flesh out during his bite.
"Round 2."
That lunatic said as he spat out the chunk of flesh in his mouth.
But fortunately there was no round two.
Thwack
An unknown blur struck him on the side of his head, knocking him out cold.
"Need help?"
Sol looked behind him and saw Ratface, making relief wash over him.
"I did tell you I met Puti, you were gonna get ganged up on."
Sol gloated.
"What?"
Ratface looked puzzled.
"It's nothing, where have you been?"
"Killing…like you?"
"You know what? forget about it, we'll talk about it later."
Sol stumbled over, his vision blurring by the seconds, he raised his knife up high.
"Right now, I have to–"
Boom
Sol hit the ground, all he could hear was a high pitched noise.
"Oh common, I was just getting started."
He muttered as blood left his head.