The blade pierced through. The monster's body jerked once. Then went limp.
Silence fell over the forest.
Amon stayed still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he pulled his sword free and stepped back.
He looked at the three massive corpses lying around him.
"…That was exhausting...still I used one spell...I wanted to kill them without using any. he muttered.
Though Amon don't use much spells during battles. Because its output is not that strong. And well...cutting someone feels better compare to exploding them with magic.
Amon frowned. "wait! That doesn't mean I am weird..just because I prefer cutting my enemies over shooting them with magic."
He tried to make excuses for himself. But it was all useless.
His arms trembled slightly.
Blood. Both his own and the monsters, stained his clothes.
He wiped his blade clean against the fur of one corpse and sheathed it.
The hatchet followed.
