Chapter 118: Too many talents [BONUS]
"What do you think you’re doing?"
The mutant stopped and turned toward the voice. In front of him stood a man, naked, missing one arm and one leg, holding a large kitchen knife and staring at him with a threatening glare.
His missing limbs were still bandaged, the wrappings stained with fresh blood. The wounds hadn’t healed. His body was clearly in bad shape, covered in bruises and cuts, but he was still standing, balanced on his single leg, unwavering. From his stance, his grip, and his presence, it was clear he had once been a soldier.
"Take me. Leave the child alone," the man said through clenched teeth, gripping the knife tightly.
"Oh? Are you sacrificing yourself? How touching," the mutant laughed loudly. "You’re one of those STF idiots, aren’t you? Are all of you this stupid?"
The resistance amused him. Especially the fact that the man was trying to threaten him with a knife.
Grinning, the mutant stepped closer. "Why don’t you stab me?"
He was taunting him.
The man didn’t waste the chance. With the last of his strength, using all the balance his remaining leg could offer, he lunged forward. If he was going to die, he’d do it trying—on his own terms.
But the mutant didn’t move. He didn’t block or dodge. He simply watched the blade come at him. And the moment its tip touched his gray skin, it stopped—stuck there, unmoving.
"Is that it? Aren’t you STF supposed to be stronger?" The mutant laughed again and grabbed the man’s arm.