57 Woes and Shrieks (1/2)
The man puppet with his unconscious state from having been slapped by a pole was continuing on with his rampage.
Aster's complete control and mastery over the technique had fully conformed. Making him exempted from doing those unnecessary gestures like dancing his arms weirdly. He did not want to be seen as some weirdo even if Blood Bend was powerful.
He was like a nonchalant person observing the bloody scene and people would not relate him to be the true reason for such unnatural events.
”Ahhh! Fuck you!” A thug willed himself while skillfully juggling his foldable knife. This was his signature move to showcase his capability to his opponents. It was perfect when he is harassing normies and better yet, conscious normies.
Unfortunately for him, the man puppet was neither a normie or conscious. Aster willed the blood claws to unscrupulously tear the thug's hands apart.
”Eeeehh!!!” Just like that, his commendable skill in knife juggling had become naught and became a thing of the past. This led to another emotional moment but not with his knife but with his hand. 'Good farewell to you, my flexible hands.'
The walking puppet was truly quite slow in Aster's opinion, so he decided to take things up a notch.
He was thinking of man flight but scratch the idea out of the possibility. Blood Bend could allow him to do it but he did not want to have another man experience flight with his help.
The option he chose was to drop his puppet to the ground and just use the blood claw instead. He was not flying the man but was technically flying a collection of blood.
Controlling a person like a puppet would be quite taxing to a person's spirit and energy. Willing the blood of the left foot to move it while also willing the blood on the left foot to follow along is hard. Flexing muscles that are not your own is quite hard especially when the said is muscles are triggered to do a succession of harsh movements like slashing down and jumping high.
Kamryn would need even greater cultivation heights than how Aster currently has to perform such feat and in such a manner. This may have been courtesy of Aster's balance and an unlimited amount of mana.
The claw formed from blood deformed to a sphere of red liquid. The volume was still lacking for him, so those torn-up limbs from all the gang members and servants became the ones to increase the density and amount.
Arms and legs withered to visibly as it underwent through something similar to the succession of years. The showy tattoos filled with obscene graphics became deformed to having the skin ragged and dry. Only their non-flesh counterparts were spared from the fearful transformation. Metal rings, bracelets and watches, and even torn up clothes were unaffected.
It did not stay that way for long because the drained up liquid did not move directly towards the central sphere but enveloped the leftovers from where they came from. Those harder things were spared again while the bones and already dried flesh was engulfed.
The blood twisted and twisted as it suspended in the air. A shredding process occurred and only unsalvageable bits of dust-like remains were released from the bloody whirlpool of shredding.
Most thugs were not far from their body parts and saw the whole process directly. Looking at their supposed limbs becoming gutted apart to particles likened to ash made their already pained physical self be assaulted with abuse on their mental stability.
”This... is wrooong!!!”
”You... ahhh! Heaartless bastaard!” Some of them cursed as tears flooded their vision. They had not strength or capability to look and stand directly into Aster's direction, so their only medium of expressing their abuse was through prolonged words mixed with pained shrieks.
Those little accumulations rose up and merged with the blood sphere. From a size comparable to a person's head, it grew three times in volume.
”I guess that would be enough.” Aster muttered while he broke the sphere with his will and made it form thick threads of blood that stretched to its stretchable lengths that were allowed by its volume to area ratio. The whole process was relatively slow and allowed a lot of time for most skilled runners to run.
There were a notable number of thugs that was able to run farther ahead than the servant line. Three of them were headliners and true velocity junkies that must have trained themselves in the track and field division of sports.
'They must be frustrated athletes that turn to a life of crime. Sports are not well-known but it is still an acceptable profession in the eyes of society. Pity they had to be delinquents instead of living a life of relatively healthy competition.' Aster said in his head but the pity was fake. They chose to live this brutal way, so their end would most likely be brutal as well.
The threads moved erratically like fast and growing roots. Its edge was truly sharp and the speed was forceful that it made little whistles in the air as it moved.
The three fast-paced runners were grinning wildly from the fact that they escaped the deadly display of blood. They were unaware of the fact that the fearful blood that they thought they escaped was heading towards them.
”Eh!” The trio simultaneously uttered as the sharp treads pierced through their prized legs. It took a moment of delay until the sensation registered in their brains that they involuntarily gave out a shout of denial. ”Nooooohh!!!”
Ten or so people were not far behind them and they what really happened with their own eyes. Some knelt down and stopped due to the despairing situation while a few gritted their teeth and carried on.
”Mommy!!! Daddy!!!” A minority was lying on the ground, crying and using their thumbs as a pacifier. Their sorry sites were truly pathetic to register in one's memory. Grown men reverting to big babies due to unreconcilable trauma.