The drill whirled at a tremendous speed, its passage slicing the air with a deafening roar.
Wherever the drill went, Martial Artists were smashed to bits and went flying, helpless to resist the impact of one blow.
"Run!" screamed one witness in terror.
"We can't fight it! We really can't fight it!"
"This creature may well knock me flying if I strike it with my sword, so I'll run!"
The Martial Artists in front attempted to run away, but the ones behind were still charging toward them. They couldn't clearly view the events inside, but they knew there were people breaking into pieces, dancing around in the air. The front line instantly turned chaotic.
The Mentalists were getting nervous. "Everybody, get out of the way! Don't stand in front of me! I'm going to kill him instantly!"
Before he could finish his statement, the drill changed course. It aggressively cut through the crowd and charged off towards the Mentalist camp in the distance.
"Regardless of what you are, die!"
