It made absolutely no sense to Sol or himself, watching as the black-armored, pink-haired man simply returned to his balance seamlessly with a smile despite his throat holding a gaping, blood-spewing gash.
The sa as the case with his arms, abyssal strings of flesh extended from the jovial man's wounds, reconnecting his mutilated neck and returning it to its unhard state in a seamless recovery.
"All good! You're a real ruthless one, you know that? You got good! Aha-ha!" Dae-Mon laughed, ruffling his own hair.
Is he immortal or sothing? He questioned in disbelief.
As the two regrouped, standing side-by-side as they watched the abhorrent, seemingly unkillable man simply laugh off the injury that would be fatal for anybody else, they felt an eerie aura exude from Dae-Mon's position.
"...Now, now, I should be taking things a bit more seriously, shouldn't I? It's really a bore, but…I don't want Jun-Seo to get mad at . I don't like being yelled at…I really don't," Dae-Mon groaned, slumping his shoulders as his chain-arms morphed back into their normal, human shape.
Watching him mumble to himself, the two stayed on their guard; even when their foe's guard seed to be lowered, the pink-haired man was such an unusual entity that his unpredictability called for the most cautious of approaches.
"What's he on about now…?" He muttered quietly.
"I don't know, but it's freaking out!" Sol replied worriedly.
Dae-Mon began to chuckle, bringing his arms up as the black armor around his limbs had already been lost by his transfigurations, beginning to frantically talk to himself–
"I need sothing honed for murder…A tool of slaughter; a form that will eviscerate them! Yes! Yes–!!!" Dae-Mon grinned wide, "--I've got it! Aha-ha!"
Just before the abnormal man could begin morphing his limbs into sothing else–an unexpected attack ca, but not from Sol nor himself.
"--What?" Dae-Mon let out in shock, looking down to find two blades sticking through his torso.
To the two witnessing this, there was no other possibility in which those blades could belong to sobody else but the one they knew well.
"Yeong-Un…!" Sol called out happily.
Yeong-Un was behind the man, who was still taken aback by the fact he was pierced through his torso.
"...I've been havin' my ear rung by this freak's ramblings!" Yeong-Un roughly called out.
"You need to die," Dae-Mon said with no expression present, "--You need to die!"
Before the man could reshape himself once again, another figure erged from the side, coming from the sa direction in which Yeong-Un had co down.
"Gyeugh–!"
A brutal, blunt slam had planted itself against the side of Dae-Mon's head, bashing the right side of his head in as his skull split open from the strike bestowed by the heavy warhamr.
"Binna?!" He let out in surprise this ti.
The golden-haired woman didn't hesitate to unleash the strike, but looked mildly disgusted by the result as Dae-Mon fell limb for a mont, still standing straight from the blades struck through his upper-half.
"Uugh…" Dae-Mon groaned quietly.
A heaping amount of blood poured from his split-open head as fragnts of his skull had been flung around the debris-filled corridor.
"Did they get him…?" Sol asked quietly before beginning to run towards them cheerfully, "--You did it! You guys are great–"
Though he knew better than to believe that was simply the end of the tenacious, inhuman young man as he interrupted Sol's premature celebration:
"Get back, you idiot!" He suddenly yelled out, "--You two, get back, too! He's not done!"
"Huh? Well…I'll finish him off for ya' then!"
Just as Yeong-Un said this, as if taking the red-haired assassin's warning as more of a challenge, he pulled his blades through Dae-Mon's midsection, cutting them out through his sides as he freed his swords from the man's gut.
"--And I'll give him one more for good asure!" Binna yelled out, lifting her hamr high above her head.
As Dae-Mon was left stumbling without the swords in his balance to keep him upright, he dizzily stood there, groaning with his bleeding, bashed head before the giant hamr ca heavily down from atop, slamming into his skull.
The impact smacked him into the floor below with a resounding thud, bashing into his head with a brutal impact that left a blood splatter on the wooden chunks below.
"Damn, that was brutal…" Yeong-Un said under his breath, looking down at the still body of the pink-haired man below.
Binna lifted her hamr as blood dripped from its blunt side, resting it on her shoulder as she breathed heavily, "...Well, if they want to attack us…I'm not going to respond kindly."
He was left silent, gulping as Sol once again claid celebration as he approached the other two with open arms.
"Boy, am I glad you both showed up! That guy was a real nace…" Sol sighed, catching his breath.
Though they believed victory was had, though the pink-haired figure laid limp on the floor, face down with their light hair becoming dyed in black by their own rushing, dark blood–he had an uneasy feeling swirling in his gut.
It was only a few seconds that passed; a few seconds that held impatience, respite, and yet again–dread.
He saw it.
A single twitch of Dae-Mon's finger, brushing against the sharp wood chips below, slipping through his puddle of blood.
"Get back—!"
–It was too late.
Without even first getting up, Dae-Mon laughed, muffled as his face was pressed against the floor, raising a single arm as it morphed into an abhorrent, spiked-lance.
Squelch.
"Ghh–?"
Right through the chest of the golden-haired woman, the comically large lance ford from the limp man's arm stabbed through her.
Without using his arms, or even so much his legs, Dae-Mon picked his upper-half up with simply his core strength, revealing his twisted, delighted grin as he looked up at the one he pierced so lethally.
In that mont, the three others were completely still by the harrowing, uncanny nature of the situation.
"--That really, really hurt. It's cruel to attack soone while they're helpless, you know? Well…Bye, bye~"
Binna dropped her hamr to the ground, spitting out blood as the arm-forged lance had gorged through most of her torso, causing the life imdiately to blink from her eyes while the man responsible simply chuckled in his ever-frivolous nature.
"You piece of shit—! What the hell are you?!" Yeong-Un scread from the top of his lungs in sheer rage.
Wielding his two blades, Yeong-Un was fuming with bubbling emotions, imdiately setting to stab his blades down into the man from above and behind.
But, once again, the maniacal fiend seed to read them all like a book as he imdiately reford his lance-arm, causing it to disappear from Binna's chest as the mortally-injured woman began to fall forward.
"Binna–" Yeong-Un let out, having his focus turned away.
–Sol caught her in his arms, allowing the spiky-haired, enraged man to return his focus to the cheerful murderer, but Dae-Mon was now prepared to greet him, swiftly turning himself around as he produced a series of blades from his body.
"Co on~! Give a big hug!" Dae-Mon held his arms open, displaying the dozens of blades of varying sizes that protruded from his body.
Yeong-Un was already lunged towards him, unable to shift his trajectory now in the mont between monts–
"Ghh–!"
With a [Blink Step], it was the frizzy-haired assassin that ca between him, tackling Yeong-Un backward to avoid the lethal porcupine-like strategy that their foe developed.
"Jeong-Hui…?" Yeong-Un let out.
Though the dual spellblade imdiately tried to get back up, he was kept down.
He held Yeong-Un down, knowing full well what type of state his friend's mind was in with what had just occurred.
"What're ya' doin'?! Let go of –! Let at him-!!!" Yeong-Un scread out.
"I'll let go once I know you're not about to charge right into an early grave!" He yelled back, directly in the face of Yeong-Un.
He knew the only way to get through his hard-headed friend was to match his abrasive, ear-piercing tone.
Though, there wasn't much ti for words–Yeong-Un realized that himself as he could see Dae-Mon approaching them with his ever-present, cheerful grin as the blades sunk back into his body.
Yeong-Un breathed heavily before yelling out begrudgingly, "--Fine! I…I'll be careful about how I kill this fuckin' guy!"
"Good!"
Just as they finally ca to an agreent, he got off of Yeong-Un, the two of them rolling to opposite sides as they evaded a strike of one of Dae-Mon's arms, which had been morphed into a massive greatsword montarily.
"Aw…I was hoping you two would stay still that ti!" Dae-Mon laughed.
As Dae-Mon's arm returned to its normal form, he looked up at the two who had avoided his deathly assault with a smile.
"This guy is really pissin' off…!" Yeong-Un muttered, picking himself up.
"Sa here," he nodded, "But we have to play this smart. For now…hold those emotions in the best you can."
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