The rising cacophony of metallic footsteps crushing semi-loose earth grinded against the heart, tensed the mind, and alerted the soul. The jingles of metallic armor and harsh, heavy breathing and grunts were the first things that pierced Wei Wuyin's ears.
What he saw coming in his direction was dauntingly disturbing. A tall, brutally muscular, fully armored figure blitzed towards him. The fierce figure was absent a right forearm, the stump wrapped in quick-administered field bandages, stained a glaring dry sanguine, as his left hand held onto a freshly blood-stained battleaxe that had chips of bone and bits of flesh at its pointed edges.
