He couldn’t remember a time when he felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest. However, there was no denying that he was excited. A rush of adrenaline cursed through his body. Even if he tried to calm himself and convince his brain that it would most likely end in a misunderstanding or a lie, part of him wanted to believe. Perhaps this whole ordeal would turn to be true?
In the eye of the storm the crew caught up with their prey. The fighting was fierce. Both sides opened fire amidst the roars of thunder and cannons. Splinters and pieces of wood were torn apart from the sides of both ships as they circled one another. Even Poseidon himself had decided to oversee the showdown. A whirlpool formed between both vessels. Caught in its current, both ships found themselves unable to escape. This would truly be a duel to the death. Only one of them would leave the place that day.
Gunpowder, sparks, fire, death. It was a sight all too familiar to the Bellan mercenary. Both crews fought with their lives on the line, killing and slashing each other in a waltz of death. The deck of the enemy ship had been bathed in blood. As the minutes went by, it also began pouring out of the ship, soaking the sea in drops of red. Kenzo found himself in the thick of the fight. He had already lost count of how many people he had killed so far. However, he was not tired. A sinister smile filled his lips, blood drenching him from head to toe. With each strike and each slash, the male felt power cursing through his body. The curse on his stomach demanded him for more sacrifice.
[1581/1125] 25% WC Reduction from Guild Rank