Alex cut through the enemy closest to him, surprised by how easily he could achieve that. The man didn't even try to run away like the one he had just bisected. He simply stood there, doing nothing to stop Alex from cutting him.
As the blood of the dead man empowered him, he searched for another enemy.
Alex turned around, seeing a woman fleeing. She was an enemy too. His figure vanished in a red blur, arriving right in front of her. As she screamed, he chopped off her head.
That had been so easy too.
Alex turned, charging for another enemy.
He cut down a dozen or so people before he started getting bored. 'Where are all the strong fighters? These are just cowards who run away.'
He took a moment to think who here was stronger. It took him far too long to remember about the 3 Extolites. But each time he wanted to go fight them, he remembered that he had already killed them.
'Then who do I fight?' he thought. He wanted to fight someone. Anyone.
