The battle had subtly shifted to a new phase when Elias was injured briefly. In a short period of time, Elias had slaughtered nearly a third of the cannibals here, and they were not foolish; they could see that anyone who came close to him would die.
They began to move back, leaving Elias standing alone at the center, surrounded by dead and dying cannibals. He was covered with blood from head to toe, and with his red hair, he did not appear like a man, but a Fiend of blood.
Elias was moving too fast, and his moves, although simplistic, were extremely direct and ruthless. What was especially disconcerting was that apart from a few growls, he had mostly fought in silence.
Even experienced warriors held a bit of hesitation when they fought; their blows were calculated, or the innate desire in the heart of everyone not to cause harm to a fellow living being may make their hands shake and their moves a bit unsteady, but Elias did not have any of those limitations.
