Battle of the Tormented (9)
His missed attack immediately split open the hill, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across three-quarters of the battlefield.
"Ssssssss…"
Blood dripped down from his scalp, painting his face in a scattered red pattern that almost made him look demonic.
"I smell some injuries on you… Are you sure you want to be doing this, little boy?" The man asked as he pulled his halberd out of the ground and stomped the very end of the handle onto the space next to him.
The whole hill shook, including the item which was stuck in the very center… though I doubt it was going to ever be destroyed.
"Of course. Also, let's take this seriously now," I muttered with a large smile, and as I took a step forward, my world slowed down once again.
Blood rose from friendly and enemy corpses, bending to my will as I created an array of blood shaped into deadly weapons.
Spears, swords, halberds, maces, you name it. Everything was there.