I stood up, not taking my eyes off the gruesome scene for a single second; I wasnât even blinking. The image of Wrenâs steaming, headless body was forever burned into my mind. The buzz cut guy was standing over her body, the barrel of his shotgun was steaming, and he was looking down at her with a cold, calculating stare. The freckled, blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy walked up behind him with a knife at his waist.
âWonderful shot! I couldnât have done better myself!â He was looking down at Wrenâs corpse with an unstable glint of glee in his murky blue eyes.
I screamed, an inhuman sound of pure rage and hatred. I ran straight at them at a speed I didnât know I was capable of moving at. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I had decapitated shotgun guy and cut off knife guyâs left arm. All three of us were surprised. (For good reason.) There was a look of shock on shotgun guyâs head, his face twitching as it rolled down the dune towards Den. Knife guy, however, let out a scream of pain, (No way! Okay, stop with the sarcasm, Mio.) as blood spurted out of his shoulder, and he stared at his newly removed arm as it lay on the ground.
Now that I was on the top of the dune, I could see the other side where the black-haired, green-eyed guy was climbing up the dune with a spiked metal club in his hands. He looked up at me, surprise showing on his face for a split second before immediately being replaced by unwavering focus. As I held my claymore up in an attacking stance, my knees buckled. The inhuman speed had taken more out of me than I realized, and my burst of adrenaline had now ended. He noticed this and took full advantage, sprinting towards me at full speed while I was too exhausted to do anything but watch. Just as he was nearly upon me, a giant wall of cactus sprang up between me and him, and I heard a thump and then a scream as he ran into the wall of prickly plants at full force. I turned around to see Den, gritting his teeth with blood streaming down his right leg from a long, deep slash on his thigh.
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âHurry up! Weâve got to run, and this wonât hold him for long!â
I nodded, and we both took off running, him quickly getting further ahead of me despite his severe-looking injury. I simply was too tired and wasnât fast enough. If I wanted to have even a chance, Iâd have to drop my claymore, and I really didnât want to do that. But speed was more important at the moment, so I reluctantly dropped my claymore and continued to run after him.
I managed to catch up with him just as we crossed back into the jungle biome. We didnât dare to slow down or even look back for fear that club guy was right behind us. After running for some time, I looked beside me to check on Den, only to have him disappear right in front of me. No, he hadnât disappeared; he had fallen, and before I could stop, I was also falling. Falling into the deep dark hole we had previously just barely escaped falling into.