Monsters

He stepped inside of the ashigaru's guard, slicing open his stomach. The man fell, his face a mask of pure terror. It was fitting, perhaps, that he met his end at the hand of devils, for he would be dining with them for eternity in hell.

Gengyo threw himself into reckless combat, moving faster than he ever had before. He did not make any attempt to appear human, and only moved as his body saw fit. He adopted a crouched posture, like that of an angry silverback, with his blade in one hand, as he launched himself into the mass of people, his blade slicing through the air rapidly, causing a network of death wherever it landed.

His body had lost all feeling, and his only desire was to cause destruction. They had thrown away concern for their own lives long before. Had they not, then they would have fallen to the first volley.

It was bestial. It was terrifying. It was downright inhuman.

"M-monsters!"