Chapter 17: Heart Of A Dragon - 4
Graydle was a huge spindly man with tanned skin, a scarred face and slicked back grey hair, and there was an arrogant smirk on his face as he held one huge meaty fist atop the head of a nude voluptuous brunette and forced her head to bounce up and down in his lap.
....The cunt knew he was in the base, he just didn't care.
He was too busy forcing this woman, that little girls mother to suck him off while Kaden was ripping his way through his subordinates.
"So who the hell are y-" Graydle began his voice smarmy and smug, but he never got to finish before Kaden's leg lashed out, a blade of wind generated by the sheer force of his kick and sent hurtling towards the mans upper torso.
It sliced into and through him a split moment later, but no blood appeared as his body glinted with a metallic sheen and the blade of wind went through him, slicing a huge gouge through the wall behind him and passing through.
The woman shrieked, jerking back from the Vice Admiral as he dissolved into pure liquid metal, before reforming again still sitting on the couch.
"What a rude little brat," Graydle narrowed his eyes at Kaden, "Can't you see I was busy enjoying myself?"
"You mean forcing yourself on this woman?" Kaden bit out, snarling in fury, "Not giving a shit while I slaughtered my way through your subordinates?"
"Should I have cared?" Graydle snorted, "About trash like that who can't even stop one stupid brat? They're easily replaced. As for this bitch?" he casually backhanded the woman, a squeal of pain erupting from her as the hit launched her ragdolling across the room where she hit the wall and fell unconscious.