Jay began the autopsy of the intelligent two-handed swordsman knight.
Sweeper had already ripped its helmet off as it frantically stabbed its neck, and seeing what was underneath had made Jay curious.
The head did not have sunken eyes and the flesh was not gray and decaying. If anything, the enemy looked quite healthy, having plump cheeks - though they were not rosy, but a pale green color.
His blood had since been replaced by whatever green fluid sustained these creatures.
Jay believed they could even speak and communicate to some degree, as these knights, apparently, had a deal with the cannibals.
During the fight, Jay had planned to use his analyze skill on one, though there was either no time or they were too far away.
“The head’s nearly removed anyway, so we might as well pop it off…”
Jay stepped back, out of the firing range of stray fluids.
(Remove the head.) He ordered, not interested in doing the dirty work himself - and why would he when he has underlings?