Hearing Damien's words, Zokaka whispered, "My father is here to assist me!" Just thinking about it sparked a warm feeling in his heart. Then, recollecting himself, he charged toward the arrogant foes.
"Boy, you've got a death wish!" the soldier yelled, swinging his large broadsword.
However, Zokaka was so fast that he appeared behind him like a ghost and pounded his hammer. The purple electricity wrapping around it discharged first, scorching the back of his head, and here came the heavy impact of the war hammer. Bang!
The pragmatic soldier didn't even get the chance to cry as his head exploded like a watermelon under the impact of a sledgehammer; brain matters, and blood flitted in all directions. None of them landed on Zokaka's silky robe as he was already on his hill, charging for the next nearest opponent.