Every hole is a goal so whenever Skin gets an injury that goes too deep into her flesh. She always shoves too fingers inside of the flesh to feel the thrilling feeling of the love and pain.
It is mostly pain and maybe only an insane person would do it. But who is sane in this hell? Is there anyone sane here? Probably nobody. If there were they would've died by now.
Chosen usually do have few screws loose in their head and Skin even have lost few of them or ate them. Don't judge her diet.
Currently, she is violating someone's right to live. It is another sinned soul that she came across on their way to find the mountainous soul. Man-man is also nearby fighting different parts of the same sinned soul.
There is no better way to start a morning than violence.
The sinned soul they both encountered is far too long and possess almost countless limbs that extent without any limit. There are multiple faces throughout its long body that are impossible to comprehend. Every face watches each movement with focus that is inhumane. It is impossible to escape this creature. Not even a fly can run away if it gazes upon it but Skin never wants to escape.
She is the one who actually jumped into the maw of danger. Man-man wouldn't say that he would ever not want to fight a sinned soul. However, he personally would never want to fight something with a disadvantage. It is just not logical to fight like this.
His broken bones haven't healed and he doesn't know anything about his opponent. It is better to know the opponent's weaknesses. But perhaps, Skin doesn't believe that. Maybe it is better for everything to be a surprise that sure is a fun. No spoilers as they say.
That is why they've got themselves in this situation. Skin can't control her impulsive decisions.
Far too many shapeless limbs attacks Skin. She dodges few, crushes half and the rest grab her body but none can contain her. She is far too strong to be stopped. Everything will be ripped apart eventually by her hands. Or by her polearm, Dicky.
Man-man a little far away. He cuts one limb at a time with his sword and don't let even one of them get close to him. His swordsmanship is brilliant but his sword is limiting him.
His sword doesn't look like a sword and shouldn't survive a combat against a sinned soul of this size. However, his blessing shape-change continuously reshape the broken and dulled parts of the sword. Man-man's sword won't break or even get dull cause he won't let it break.
In reality, it isn't even a sword at all. It is actually a dagger that's blade is being reshaped by him so he can use it as a sword. A short range weapon like a dagger is useless for his combat style. But it does makes the weapon a little weaker than usual.
And that is limiting his combat abilities. It would be better to get a new weapon. But this is hell and it is almost impossible to find weapons around here on the ground.
Man-man sighs a little inside. His expression shows no sign of pain or exhaustion. But he is at it for more than two hours.
Everyone has their breaking point. Chosen just refused to break even at their breaking point. Such stubbornness. It looks like his bones will never be healed.
More time passes and Skin has torn the giant sinned soul into half. She is covered in the blood of her opponent from head to toe. Limbs decorate the ground under her feet and few even have bite marks. She has literally bite them off of the sinned soul.
Unfortunately, it is still alive but it would only take a little more violence for it to give up on its life. It is such a pleasant feeling when something dies.
Skin shouts.
"Can you feel it, Man-man? This feeling…"
Man-man won't answer as he is busy with dealing with the limbs of the sinned soul. It is foolish to distraction himself with Skin's idle talks.
But he can feel something too. Something other than Skin and this dying sinned soul.
Skin finishes her shout.
"…of being watched."
As another hit of Skin's polearm lands on the sinned soul. It finally gives up on its sinful life and it gives the watcher of this violent act the chance to response with an ambush.
Many humanoid figures attack Skin and Man-man. Both of them are exhausted. But violence is addicting and why ever stop?
Both ignore their exhaustion and attacks in return. The battle moves in an odd fashion. The ambushers are far too coordinated and careful. These are Chosen. Or at least they look like Chosen. However, they don't feel like a Chosen. It is like these are not Chosen. So, what are they? Who knows.
Battle continues.
Skin is in combat with five humanoid figures and Man-man is in combat with two. There are few more humanoid figures that are watching them without any human movement. Like no breathing or any sign of life.
Both are at a stalemate as their opponents are not attacking them but stalling the combat. Skin's attacks are being dodged and Man-man attacks are being blocked.
She loves violence but this is just boring so she suddenly stops. Her opponents also stop. Man-man also stops his attacks and his opponents also stops. So odd.
Skin judges each and every Chosen and she concluded that these are not Chosen. They are dead. But also, not dead. Maybe at a state between dead and alive. That is how they stopped themselves from turning into a sinned soul.
Or these can also just be a sinned soul. Chances are low but not impossible. However, this behavior of their makes it hard to believe that it is the latter.
Skin speaks.
"It is nice to meet you, guys. I won't attack you now. I promise so let's get together and introduce each other. Okay?"
Nobody speaks or move.
Man-man can notice that each and every humanoid figure looks like a Chosen but doesn't act like one. He doesn't like to admit it. But every Chosen is a bloodthirsty monster so this behavior is odd.
No Chosen would even make a group this large and work together to ambush two unknown Chosen. But what if this isn't a group at all?
A strange finally reveals itself.
"Creatures such as you can speak in the tongue of a human? That is shocking. I had thought that living in hell for so long has made you forget how to even behave like a human. Can you understand my words? Can you understand me, Animals? Dirty awful animals should be an appropriate term for you Chosen. But maybe you filth can improve. Perhaps, my first assessment was wron-"
Polearm (Dicky) is launched straight ahead towards the voice. But before it could hit the source of the voice. A humanoid figure jump in front of polearm and it pierces the figure from the chest.
The figure falls straight down and becomes unmoving.
"I'm sorry. I'm really bad at keeping promises. I couldn't control myself after hearing your ugly ass voice."
The voice speaks under it breathe.
"Nevermind."