Splat.
"That's the thirteenth one."
Rhode kept his sword and glanced at the dead Parasite. Then, he eyed his mercenaries and studied the state of their bodies.
Hmm… around two thirds?
"Let's take a break."
Rhode motioned them to sit down, and all the mercenaries immediately plopped onto the ground. He was pleased that they didn't return to their usual companions even though they were tired. All of them sat with each other and discussed the previous battle. Although their newfound cohesiveness was worthy of praise, Rhode chose not to say anything.
