Eruca and Claw didn't expect their benefactor to be so capable.
They saw the enigma calling himself 'Reaper' take down all the guards that came for him with power and technique. His fighting style exuded elegance and destruction. His strikes were swift and merciless.
He didn't show mercy toward his foes, killing them without hesitation. But he wasn't one to waste time in attempting to make them suffer either.
The alias 'Reaper' certainly fit him. He treated all equally. With the sentence of passing to the afterlife. The only mercy provided to his foes were the swift release of death.
When he was done taking care of all the weaker guards, he was standing atop a pool of blood with an air of indifference.
"Ugh..."
The stench of blood and the sight beheaded corpses made Eruca nauseous. Claw had noticed her unease. He wasn't as affected due to being raised in a much more violent environment but he too felt uncomfortable, nonetheless.