Sezel gasped, every muscle screaming with a white-hot, tearing pain. That last blow had sent him skidding down the corridor like a piece of broken pottery.
The beast shrieked in pained madness. Losing an arm and stabbing its own gut hadn't exactly improved its mood.
Its one remaining eye burned black, locking on Sezel with murderous intent.
It already wanted to kill me before I made it half-blind and amputated. Now I'm basically the main entry on its revenge list.
The Flesh Reaper was in no mood to let his opponent leave this place alive, after all, it had cost him his arm.
Without much time to groan, Sezel stumbled back to his legs. The katana still held in his hands, a fleeting anchor in the sea of death.
The beast crouched its legs a little, and with a blur of motion, launched itself towards Sezel with terrifying speed, the scythe lined in front of it, aiming to cut the body of the human in half.
