I watched as each time my weapon slammed on Onye's head, his smile wavered just a little more.
When his livestock decreased to fifteen, his smile vanished.
The moment it dropped to ten, he began to tremble.
He began to cry and scream when only five remained.
In contrast, my bloodlust and eagerness were both about to explode. It felt exhilarating to watch this fucking bastard see his eventual demise.
'I am so going to enjoy this.'
When his last crony exploded into a pile of blood, Onye's face warped in fear!
Thud. The next blow finally did him some damage; his face was deformed and his skull fractured, turning him into a misshapen human. Soul erupted into the air as the sound of glass shattered.
Thud.
More blows fell. Each time Onye somehow survived. But seeing his face slowly get walloped by my Faker mace felt incredibly satisfying. He tried to protect his face with his arms, but a sharp crunch turned them into noodles and blew them away.
