"CLARA!""HOW THE f.u.c.k DID HE MAKE THE CARD CHANGE ITS TRAJECTORY IN MIDAIR?!"
"HELP HER!"
"KILL THE OUTSIDER!" There was the angst of the ma.s.ses but other than that, no one enacted their words to fruition. Typical trash.
The natural instinct for self preservation kicked in towards the entirety of my audience. There was outcry but not one volunteered to risk his or her neck out for a fallen ally.
Especially after the gory scene that affronted their sights right this very moment.
"Master Bunny, my friend Clara was in the wrong. Perhaps we could still remedy this situation. We, The Brotherhood of Redwater Shrine, shall treat you as an honored guest in this city!"
The fool has used his connections to win me over. A pity indeed. A gang of murderers and gamblers wish to befriend me? A Lord over infinite lives and creatures. A Supreme Existence. The Epitome of Divinity.
It was an insult, plain and simple. So as a response, i could only give him a gift of sorts. An eternal rest.
"WHOOSH!" The man wanted to shout something but i never even gave him the chance to hear him out. The card boomeranged away and back unto my waiting hands.
It took the same path where it once flew and had sheared the half portion of the man"s flesh on its way back.
"THUD!" this time it was not an arm but an entire head rose in a geyser of sprinkling shower of crimson and landed heavily on the hard floors of the room.
A breath later, a headless body that seemed to stand up on its own, crumpled lifelessly to answer its fallen limb"s separation.
Silence.
The ant crickets inside held their breaths as they were all too scared to be the next of my victims. I could even hear the frantic heartbeats of the people inside. But what were they?
Mere pa.s.sing mists in the vast mutable oceans of clouds in the skies. With a single sigh, they would hide away to the past and never to be remembered again.
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So i ignored the insignificant changeable muds before my eyes and looked on the more interesting parts. Clara, the b.i.t.c.h.
"Please forgive my ignorance, Venerable Master! No, great G.o.d of the heavens!" the c.u.n.t has now fashioned a makeshift tourniquet using a cloth from her seductive dress.
The torn apparel has not diminished her allure but instead it emphasized much to the pleasure of my eyes. I was not foolish enough or was outright blind to not notice the blatant play of a damsel in distress.
But alas, the ship has long ago sailed for petty tricks to even cause a slight allay to what i have come here to complete. I took a few steps and gathered the scattered cards on the tables.
They were my ammunition and it was always prudent to plan ahead for the worst.
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