"ARGHHHHH!" The mercenary screamed, clutching tightly onto his bleeding arm.
His colleagues stared at his bleeding hand in shock, still trying to understand what had just happened.
They had barely seen Eliron move, and yet his blade was covered with blood.
The lively buzz of the tavern died down immediately, the room growing deathly quiet as they watched him.
Although they wanted to run, no one dared to move, each person trying to appear invisible.
"Y-you bastard!! You cut off my fucking hand! I swear, you are going to pay for this you fucke—"
Squelsh!
Blood poured out of his head as a great sword plunged into his skull, splitting his head in half.
His body twitched once, his eyes wide open in death as he slipped off the sword—
Thump!
"Ahhhhhh!"
The serving screamed, immediately running to hide behind Eliron, trembling all over.
At the same time, Ash, Artie and even the drunken Yen sprang up to their feet, their weapons drawn.
They could sense it…
