Screams of absolute agony echoed through the peaceful morning forest.
In less than a minute, fourteen scavengers lay dead or dying in the grass, the ground slick with thick, pooling blood.
The bald leader was the only one left standing. He was backing away, his giant axe trembling violently in his hands. He looked at Sebastian, who was completely uninjured, his gray t-shirt splattered with fresh crimson blood.
"Please," the leader begged, dropping his axe to the dirt. "We didn't know! We surrender!"
Sebastian slowly walked up to the terrified brute. He rested his bloody iron broadsword on his shoulder. He looked at the screaming, half-roasted boar thrashing in the dirt.
"You burned the bacon," Sebastian stated coldly.
He didn't hesitate. Sebastian swung the heavy iron broadsword in a brutal, horizontal arc.
*SQUELCH.*
