45: The Multi swordsman 3 Slice of Death

๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“: ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ธ๐–š๐–‘๐–™๐–Ž ๐•พ๐–œ๐–”๐–—๐–‰๐–˜๐–’๐–†๐–“ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐•พ๐–‘๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–Š ๐–”๐–‹ ๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–†๐–™๐–

The wave of blood poured down to the ground. Mulkin withdrawed his hand from Barry's bleeding skull, "Uhm, you're tough but only a fool would dive into his death."

A smile beamed across Barry's face as he ducked his head letting an outflow of blood out from the opening, it was concluded... Death was here.

Mulkin had an apprehensive lump in his throat. For a second he thought his eyes decieved him but soon was convinced. "You're an interesting man."

Mulkin recalled what happened, he caught Barry by the head, just when he was about to explode his head off Barry had used the hand that Mulkin restrained to spin his chain, using the swords to cut off all Mulkin's limbs freeing himself from his grip.

"You still have some fight left in you!" Mulkin snarled increasing the grip on Barry's wrist.