Muffled screams could be heard from the Grey Elephant leader. His legs kicked out, yet eventually the skin on his face appeared to be melting. Boils were appearing on his skin, large blisters popping by the second and gushing out blood.
Lena soared and prepared to give support while Ofia deployed her cockatrice wings and joined the aerial fight. At that point already, the sand had been dug out from everywhere, creating a giant sand screen around the area. The other students started to emerge from it. It finally became a one vs twenty-three.
Here, they both could see a large figure standing on top of a great at the very back. He looked like a wall of muscle, built on top of muscle. If one was to see him with his clothes on perhaps they would think of him as fat.
Maya had attempted to fight the person off. Alas, Gil had proven to be bigger and far stronger than her. The back of his elbow had hit her face, just above her eyebrow. It had been a big blow, causing her to fall into the aisle, knocking over some of the pet food.
He looked around the room, and noticed that the camera had been turned away. It was likely due to the sketchy things the trio had planned to do. The only person that had actually seen Gary enter had been the receptionist, who was also dead as well.
Ben lifted her face up, and Gary could see his sister’s face banged up, bloody and bruised. His younger sister, his family that he had promised to protect…
“What a couple of pretty looking girls. I should have joined a gang a long time ago. Out here, there are no rules.” Gil spoke, liking his lips, as he considered whether to start with the university student or the older woman, whose tag read ‘Maya’.
Once that was done, he was off, sending out a brutal front kick to the imaginary foe that stood in his path. He kept up his linear progression, executing punches, kicks, elbows and knees while also sprinkling in a few evades when it felt necessary.
Once that was done, he was off, sending out a brutal front kick to the imaginary foe that stood in his path. He kept up his linear progression, executing punches, kicks, elbows and knees while also sprinkling in a few evades when it felt necessary.
Gary understood what Mr Fang was saying and it was never his intention to discriminate against anyone. Heck, if a girl chased after him with a knife or went after his family members' lives, he was a firm believer of true gender equality. It was just… every time he looked at this girl in particular, his heart would beat rapidly… which in his case might lead to more severe consequences than him pitching a tent.
It wasn't born from the belly of a basic canid. Somewhere in it's horrifying snout and wiry fur covered muscles he could see it. He could see PitWolf, as clear as day.