"Yawn" veins suddenly protuded out by the side of the figure with gray complexion and six eyes as his katana was stucked at the arm of thr young man in the midst of cutting down his head. "Tremble Tremble" his katana shooked and was shaking, he tried to pull it out, but his was only immediately met with a thunderous punch straight to his face. "BAAM" the trees swayed, massive amounts of blood spewed out, the snow washed away, and the ground was scarred deeply across straight towards. "Ugh, my arm, what is going on?" Stark having woken up from his snow bedding, gradually wipe off his eyes to uncover some of the flakes that obstructed his views while his lower part were still covered in dirt, soil, and sleep all together from his sleeves, bandages, pants, in and out.
"Hmmm...? What the-?!! Waahh!!" as he lay his naked eyes upon the clear etched wound on his forearm, he kneeled and cried, very loud.
The other figures surrounding him were too stunned to speak or even move any further after such a powerful declaration of his strength that took out one of them in a flash of a second.
Blood dripped out and stained the color of snow below with the color of deep dark red. Stark with his mouth and other hand then removed his bandages before putting them back to close the wound. Slowly as he came to a proper sense, he then noticed something. He took a careful look over his surrounding, scanning the trees around, and behind or under the shade of darkness were great numbers of glowing eyes preying on him who stood in light. He gritted his teeth in fright, before trembling, the scare got a hold of him before trying to reach the giant axe on his back. "Wha- wha- what is going on?" Stark asked himself with no answer that came by. "Fern? Miss Frieren?" out of nowhere, he blurted out the names of his companion, longing for company and their presence in this situation to aid him. "Shit!"
"He took out- Kokushibo? With one punch?" another gray figure with short red hair and stripes etched all over his body felt fear after a good while, belitted in his strength, his body shook in shame and the feeling of weakness. Far across the destroyed chunk of the forest, Kokushibo's bloodied body was engraved deeply onto a nearby stone hill. Limbs fell and flesh peeled off from the injured bits where along the shatteted countless pieces of his broken bones hailed upon the soil, as blood spurted out uncontrollably and being messed up in their own regeneration. His sword broken too in many pieces, trembling despite its mighty stature of multiple produced blades from the side and it's long length that surpasses even his own height. The striped figure amongst the hidden ones continued to watch for a while before making the rash action of attack, not to get revenge, but to prove himself. "??!!" Stark's eyes went and lit up as his instinct told him to, and saw up close the incoming fist embedded on a compass needle nearing towards his face. "Lightning fist!" but before the assailant could land his attack, Stark shouted as he went on to catch the incoming fist with his palm before returning one in the same that was just as fast as lightning could be. "Boom" lashing before the striped figure's eyes, he too was then blown away in the blink of an eye along with their surrounding that was washed.
Another bloody trail and spurt of raining blood hailed from the sky, staining the whole surroundings as the assailant was engraved onto the rocky hill right next to Kokushibo's battered up body. "Are these... vampires? Or demons?" he faintly asked after making a collective of a span of a second in interaction with them by punching them the moment they tried to harm him. "Ugh, why does it have to be demons of all things, Miss Frieren always told me if i saw one, i should make sure to eliminate them, but these numbers." all around him, stood numbers that would probably reach in the three digits simply by sensing them off with his intuition as a warrior for danger and incoming harm. He was uncertain for a moment before heaving a sigh to calm himself down. "Either way, i have no choice but to fight." scared, and trembling with the wound on his arm and axe on his palm, he look back at towards the bunch of demons surrounding him on all fours. It's do or die now. Weakened by the snow, with a bit of energy to carry himself, there was no choice presented before him but one, and that is to "Fight!", he said.
-Somewhere across in a place i hate to describe, but let's just say it a collective bunch of rocks situated by the side of the continent-
"Miss Makima! There's been another transportation! Its- its- its right beside our doorstep!" a man with yellow hair kneeled succintly towards a red haired figure looking through the large window, overlooking the ocean in clear view with no obstruction but dark and gloomy atmosphere nonetheless. Makima with her adult like features and golden eyes then decided to turn around and opened her soft glossy lips to utter a single but word. "Where?" she asked in exact to be. And with that word alone, she and the yellow haired young man immediately leaved the room of the castle situated near the top of a valley amidst a powerful crashing waves down below. And below, there stood a woman with gray hair and sharp ears, pointing a staff on all fours, casting powerful spells and abusing the nearby abomination trying to attack her in the middle. "Fucking Demons!" the abomination, or demons were fast, but the gray haired woman's spell attacks were faster as a flash of torrential light came out of multiple magic circlee, swallowing chunks of their body as if they were erased into nothingness.