Not Just Talk!

Chapter 235 Not Just Talk!

North: Artic Capital: The Waste

Mezo Sheeter:

Sprinting at me as Grazu's band of miscreants comes forth to place harm upon my person, with just a wave of five in my midst for their first group strike.

Understanding the only reason, he's making me face his lackeys, is that he wants to see my skill level with my weapon, gripping my blade as I swing my right arm easy like I'm swinging nothing in my hand.

Connecting to all five unfortunate thugs as my blade lops off their heads cleanly in one smooth motion, stunned at seeing my first initial strike ending the lives of the five men as their headless bodies drop in unison. The rest of the ones that are still breathing hesitate.

Calling out as one of the rogues turns to Grazu with a nervous face, he says, um boss, are you sure you don't want to step in and handle this guy?

Not even looking at his little minion, Grazu states as he folds his arms, didn't I say I'm not stepping in until he can defeat all of you. He only took out five of you and there's fifth teen more here, so just all rush in and handle the task.

Gulping a bit as the coyote thug reluctantly shifts his peepers back on me, the Minion then states, affirmative boss.

With my blade now tasting blood as I rest the hunk of steel on my shoulder, I say nothing as I stare straight at Grazu.

Keeping eye contact with me, Grazu says, go handle that heathen.

All moving now as they follow Grazu's command as every rogue rushes in on me from all angles, just numb to facing these grunts, I don't show any panic on my face whatsoever as I say while the pack gets closer, I've always hated appetizers. Let me smite the rest of you shaky souled puppets.

Speeding forward at the ones in front of me, wasting no ounce of effort as I cleave them down as my blade cuts them in half, nimbly evading the last majority of weapons from all around me.

Poised in my movements as I move my massive steel extension of my being all about as no life in my range is spared from my powerful skill, with one more man coming at me, instantly sweeping under his legs as I remove them with my blade, before he can even utter out an agonizing yelp, I slice him down the middle.

Showing no sense of care as I have disemboweled all of his men that he's brung, removing a long weapon like sword but shaped in a funny way, gazing at me with his presence ready to cross blades, Grazu says in a piqued tone, seems you're not all talk. Very well then, a deal is a deal, now come show me some fury cat against my khopesh blade.

End of Chapter 235