Run…
Adam's mind was eerily quiet. The usual voice that tormented him, his voice that questioned every decision, had fallen silent. Only one thought prevailed, cutting through the chaos the same way he sliced through everyone else's flesh and bones.
Run, please, just run.
He decapitated another person, and then stopped. He did this every time; he stopped a second after each person he killed. Eyes scanning to see if the Blue creeps would run. But alas, no.
The head of the last man he decapitated still rolled down across the sand, the rest of his body gently being pushed away by Adam so that he wouldn't accidentally trip on it. He then cut down another who approached him, and once again waited for the others to flee in terror.
But instead, they roared louder.
"He's just one man!"
"Kill the bastard!"
"Avenge Leni!"
They surged forward like a tide filled with desperation. Adam sighed as he raised the Shion again.
