Chapter 14: Carnage : Dance with a Sword
The gleaming double-edged sword, sang a deadly song as Ruel moved.
A blur of lethal grace against the encroaching tide of rotting flesh.
His eyes, devoid of any fear, held a predatory gleam, a stark contrast to the terror that had gripped the others.
A grimly amused smirk played on his lips. "Come on, you ugly bastards. Didn't your mothers teach you not to interrupt?"
The first zombie lunged, its decaying hands reaching.
With a swift, almost casual flick of his wrist, Ruel sidestepped, the razor-sharp edge of his sword slicing through the creature's outstretched arm with a wet thwack.
The severed limb flopped uselessly to the ground, twitching. "Oops. Bit too eager, weren't you?"
Ruel quipped, his tone light, almost conversational, as if swatting a bothersome fly.
Another zombie stumbled forward, its guttural moan filling the air.
Ruel's left hand shot out, his fingers clamping around its ear, yanking hard.
A sickening tear followed by a wet squelch echoed as the ear ripped free, dangling grotesquely in his grip.