Insanely Sharp

Clouds of dust swirled as the forest echoed with the sound of footsteps—one light and agile, the other slow and heavy, both carrying an air of aggression.

After noticing Shye, a mere human, charging at it, the Bloodskin Ogre roared in fury.

Contrary to its appearance, the red-skinned monster wasn't stupid.

It knew it was being "hunted" by an audacious little human.

Hence, it quickly picked up its giant wooden club, brandishing it towards Shye as it charged forward to meet him in combat.

"Hmph! Fast, but not fast enough!" Shye snorted, jumping up and landing atop the club.

He then sprinted towards the ogre, bloodthirst apparent in his eyes.

Shye wasn't sure why, but his new weapons seemed to stir an urge to kill within him—perhaps a side effect of the bloodstone. 

He didn't mind, though, relishing the sensation.

The Bloodskin Ogre realized that its attack had been evaded and that the human had no intentions of backing down.