He swung the broadsword, cleanly severing a man's arm at the shoulder. Blood sprayed in a massive, bright red arc across the clearing. *SHHHK!* He drove the pommel of his sword directly into another scavenger's face, caving in the skull with a sickening crunch. He grabbed a third man by his rusted breastplate and physically hurled him twenty feet into the air, letting him crash into a massive oak tree with bone-shattering force.
Screams of absolute agony echoed through the peaceful morning forest.
In less than a minute, fourteen scavengers lay dead or dying in the grass, the ground slick with thick, pooling blood.
The bald leader was the only one left standing. He was backing away, his giant axe trembling violently in his hands. He looked at Sebastian, who was completely uninjured, his gray t-shirt splattered with fresh crimson blood.
"Please," the leader begged, dropping his axe to the dirt. "We didn't know! We surrender!"
