Red couldn't get rid of the nasty feeling that churned inside of her stomach. She wanted to vomit at what she saw as the most brutal defeat she had ever come across personally.
She had watched a lot of movies before which had gory and horror themes, but she always knew that they were all faked and that the actors were probably just chill as fuck while their viewers just had a heart attack.
Having seen Marco's hand cut off and the two of them pierced like they were meat for tonight's barbeque party, Red could only hold back her screams of utter terror.
Her pale and white skin turned to ashen as Noelle and her werewolf faey warrior fell down and down, ending their battle with a sweep of Nickolai's sword.
There were bloodstains found on Nickolai's clothes. They were scattered everywhere that he didn't need to be asked to know if he just killed a living being.
Red's blood boiled at the thought of how merciless the young light elfen had been.