The monster has barely leapt from the roof when there's a sudden streak of lightning that flashes across the sky, accompanied with a deafening clap. And right at that moment, the monster's downward swoop is quite abruptly ended by a spinning axe to its head. With a sickening thud and crunch the monster ends up pinned to the wall, eyes rolled upwards and tongue lolling out of its mouth and fangs still bared for the kill as blood and brain matter trickle down the sides of its muzzle.
And standing there with his arm still outstretched from the throw and a splash of black monster blood on his armour is Zhang Liao. The rain and darkness keeps his face covered in shadow, but there's no mistaking that dangerous gleam in his eyes, nor the red, bloody foot prints that he leaves behind, unable to washed away by the torrents of water pounding down on Verens. Like a cobra with its hood fully expanded and its body coiled tight to strike, Zhang Liao's sending out a clear warning to the monsters; touch a single hair on Diaochan's head, and there won't be anything left of them by the time he's through.
This is the Zhang Liao that everyone in Wei fears. The Zhang Liao who rides out at Lu Bu's side, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
With the Diaochan's safety temporarily secured for the time being, Zhang Liao walks over and calmly wrenches his axe out of the monster's skull with a sharp twist of his wrist. Blood sprays out from the gaping wound and what little remains of the skull as the body splatters to the ground, further painting the fearsome warrior in black and red. The blue armour he wears underneath begins to resemble his old uniform.]
My lady, are you unharmed?
[His voice is rough and his frightening aura doesn't dissipate, but at least there's something resembling concern in his tone as he questions Diaochan.]
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The monster has barely leapt from the roof when there's a sudden streak of lightning that flashes across the sky, accompanied with a deafening clap. And right at that moment, the monster's downward swoop is quite abruptly ended by a spinning axe to its head. With a sickening thud and crunch the monster ends up pinned to the wall, eyes rolled upwards and tongue lolling out of its mouth and fangs still bared for the kill as blood and brain matter trickle down the sides of its muzzle.
And standing there with his arm still outstretched from the throw and a splash of black monster blood on his armour is Zhang Liao. The rain and darkness keeps his face covered in shadow, but there's no mistaking that dangerous gleam in his eyes, nor the red, bloody foot prints that he leaves behind, unable to washed away by the torrents of water pounding down on Verens. Like a cobra with its hood fully expanded and its body coiled tight to strike, Zhang Liao's sending out a clear warning to the monsters; touch a single hair on Diaochan's head, and there won't be anything left of them by the time he's through.
This is the Zhang Liao that everyone in Wei fears. The Zhang Liao who rides out at Lu Bu's side, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
With the Diaochan's safety temporarily secured for the time being, Zhang Liao walks over and calmly wrenches his axe out of the monster's skull with a sharp twist of his wrist. Blood sprays out from the gaping wound and what little remains of the skull as the body splatters to the ground, further painting the fearsome warrior in black and red. The blue armour he wears underneath begins to resemble his old uniform.]
My lady, are you unharmed?
[His voice is rough and his frightening aura doesn't dissipate, but at least there's something resembling concern in his tone as he questions Diaochan.]