Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
He could feel the wind brush against his face as he dashed forward with his upper half leaning forward as he cleaved through enemy forces effortlessly. Dashing forward nonstop, Derik felt the excitement of battle he had lusted over for so long. For the first time since he came to this world, he felt a surge of power, flowing into his body. The hatred, fear, rage, and all negative emotions were like pleasant feelings to him.
"Shit!"
Derik slid on his knees while leaning back to dodge an attack meant to separate his head from his body. While he moved his hands worked as he brandished his weapon against all those in his path. With a thin layer of death aura laced around his blades, each attack was a death blow for his enemy and no weapon could block his attacks.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"