85 Half Dead People - 03 (2/2)
”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! I'll freaking kill everyone!” Faust laughs like a manic under his breath. He tries his best to suppress his insane side from leaking to the outer world. He looks plain and normal on the outside but inside he is like a crazy psychopath whose real killer instincts are about to unleash!
”Sword Arts - Rapier Thrust!”
Faust teleports from his spot to the middle row in a second. He stretches his katana–extending his arm to the extreme to the back of his body like a baseball pitcher would, getting ready to throw a pitch.
In the next minute he thrusts the tip of his katana into the heart of the half dead. One!...two!.. three!.. the katana pierced through the half dead one after another along the lined up rows. All ten of them were pushed back with a great force and are slammed against a bus in the middle of the road with Faust still thrusting from the front.
”Eahhhhhh! Thrust!” He again lands another thrust on the half dead, his whole hand went inside the chest of the first one. The shock wave travelled in great speed through all ten of them, crushing their hearts in a crunch. The force of his thrust still continued, shattering the windows and windshield of the bus before fading into thin air.
He pulls his hand out with little blood gushing out of the bodies of the half dead and he turns around to face the two rows of twenty more half deads that are left.
He starts walking with a big smile on his face. The half deads behind him are still moving, they did not feel a thing even when their hearts are brutally crushed. They try to attack him from behind, but before they could make any move, the heads of all ten falls apart. A fountain of blood splashed from the torso's, all at the same time raining upon Faust.
The twenty in front of him could not digest the fact that Faust is so strong. They didn't know what move to choose from their arsenal. While yelling in helplessly a spear like object is shot into the mouth of the last one in a row.
He then teleports to the sword instantly gripping his hand around the handle. He twists the sharp edge of the sword upwards in its mouth. The half dead fearfully moved his eyeballs while being frightened, but Faust swiftly swings the sword upwards, slicing the head of it into two equal halves from between his eyes without any pitiness.
Before he was about to move on to the next one. A loud siren began to ring in the area! All the half dead clustered into a group, cautiously looking at their surroundings.
Two vans with small circular shaped wings at the back come flying from above. The van is hovering with the air gushing out from the empty circular wings which are glimmering in green color.
Small regiment of ten soldiers half of them wearing black and the other half in green uniforms and rifles, along with one cop in khakis walks out of the vans.
Faust immediately turns back to normal upon seeing the soldiers. He knows he needs to let them handle the situation now.
But before he realizes, eight of the soldiers surrounds him, pointing their rifles towards him. ”You handle that sword very well don't you?” The ninth soldier in black asks, walking towards Faust hauntingly.
In this modern world, users of martial arts are hunted and killed.