52 Chapter 51: BR-eak Them (III)

Domingo stepped backwards, fully bent over backwards at the waist as he narrowly stepped out of the range of both the bardiche and the axe. Two arrows pierced him as the archer pulled her bowstring three times, the other one aimed for Bie, who brought his bearded axe up to his chest. The arrow pushed back on the blade before harmlessly clattering off.

Domingo's chestnut hair fluttered about as he walked on three limbs, back pointing towards the floor and his face adorned with a manic grin. He waved his bone katana in the air as it clattered against the long swings of the bardiche, while the man with the heavy great axe bore down on his exposed chest.

SHUNK! The blade sunk in as the white strips on Domingo's shirt was speckled with streams and speckles of red. The axe, however, couldn't fully slash through his body as it nestled against his spine, each side of the blade lined with squirming flesh. Domingo's cheery smile widened even further as the mercenary's countenance crumpled in shock, his face scrunching up as his eyes widened into saucers bigger than the rings around Saturn.

Bie skirted around the three at this time, as they were preoccupied. He instead shot towards the archer in the distance, holding Ekulech level to his upper thigh as he dodged and slid under the rapid barrage slung his way. The sand danced in the air as the sun's luminous rays bounced off of it, forming a thin particle veil over Bie's approaching form as he deftly weaved around as if he was performing a strange dance.

Steam slowly emanated from the Guide's body as he moved, the dijon yellow strands of hair wiggling in excitement as Bie kept hurtling forward. The woman started to sweat, translucent marbles dropping down onto the greying cloth clung to her body. Her arms started to ache as she could not keep up the onslaught, her eyes starting to show signs of fear as her eyes were affixed to the boy's blue violet lips, forming a wide smile as his eyes formed crescent moons.

It wasn't long before Bie was in front of her, his leg kneeing into her abdomen as the woman slumped over, spitting out streaks of blood and saliva as her ribcage was crushed. He brought the rapidly cracking and mending hilt of Ekulech up to the side of her face, before bashing the stone handle down on the top of her head. As a finale he slashed horizontally with the cracking blade, his quick set of movements separating her nose bridge and all above it from the rest of her head as her body became limp, sliding down onto the sandy mush.

Domingo shoved the bony katana forward, slicing off a ribbon of flesh as the blade darted past, blood streaming along in its wake. The woman with the bardiche kept hacking away at Domingo's splintering legs, the bones exposed as a gateway was formed between the air and the stringy insides. Despite all of this, the accident's body contorted in weird ways as he pivoted himself around the giant axe blade cutting into his chest. His legs spurted out red liquid in heaps as his muscles tensed, rotating around and carrying the panicking mercenary with him, lesions forming on his strained arms as Domingo kept on slicing.

Long lines and depressions rapidly grew all over Domingo's body as he gleefully inched his tearing body forward, cackling all the while. The swings of the bardiche soon stopped as Bie made his way to them, quickly sending a haymaker to the woman's upright spine. The back gave in to the strong force he released, the sharp ends of the cracking bones battering against the confines of the skin barrier without piercing through.

The woman held on strong to her weapon, lunging towards Bie as she turned around despite the pain. She took unsteady steps as her upper torso wobbled ungainly; her hands brought up high in an arc as she attempted to bisect Bie as she swung the pole down. Bie stepped under the swing before bringing his hand axe up, repulsing the weapon's trajectory as cracks formed along the wood as he smashed it to the side. The woman lost her grip as the top half of her bardiche broke off, shards of the wood battering upon the red sand in harmless pellets.

Bie lashed out, his gaiters smashing against the similarly iron adorned shins before the woman lurched forward, her spine finally broken enough for the plates to disconnect. As she fell, her spine pierced through her organs and emerged from her abs as she foamed at the mouth, bleeding out as her eyes rolled in the back of her skull. Bie merely ended her misery, before moving on to the embroiled Domingo.

Domingo finally let the great axe go, his wounds struggling against his body as they started to shrink. The mercenary attempted to run away while other mercenaries either steeled their resolve or similarly absconding. Domingo impaled The Septum's Desire into the man's neck before cleanly pulling it out, searching for another conflict.

Thankfully, for both Bie and he, they were surrounded by even more mercenaries. Domingo expressed a sigh of clear joy, dashing towards the mercenaries as spear bearers stepped forwards and attempted to dot his form with several crevices, curtesy of their blades. He flailed around before walking into wide lunges, doubling back and tripping into himself yet weirdly avoiding each and every thrust of the spears pointed at him.

He appeared to be sort of breakdancing as he did the worm while bouncing on the floor, then kicking his legs up in the air as he brought his legs down past his shoulders, his body bent into a c. Then, somehow, he stood up from that as his upper body slid past the ground and soon took its rightful place above his lower half, his body forming a thin line as he jumped back and forth.

The mercenaries whose faces were visible started to show their frustration as they exposed looks of irritation, one by one. Bie skirted past their flailing form and cut at their ankles, the bearded blade imbrued in blood as it made its way forwards. The mercenaries couldn't notice because of their frantic movements, but some of their weapons were batted towards each other as their edges slunk into the chinks in their armor.

The sand started to pool up as liquid soon overtook the amount of solid in the terrain. In the crimson reflection, multiple transpiercing incidents occurring as the red shadows died down. Bie appeared and reappeared in the spreading pool as he traced baby blue streaks in the air, his movements refining as he cut into the mercenaries with increasing precision. More and more spear tips buried themselves in the bodies of their compatriots, some breaking entirely as Bie smashed into them.

Shrieks filled the air as they coalesced into each other, hatred germinating in the helplessly dying mercenaries. The invisible imprint started to loom over their bodies as it slowly appeared, a wide sharply lined maw forming a massive smile as it hung behind Bie's waist.

Soon, there were no more spear bearers left as the cycle repeated, this time with those who lashed out with swords.