With a resounding *pop*, the soldiers, possessing reflexes and strength beyond that of ordinary humans, effortlessly struck Desmond's body, targeting his vital areas. The sickening sound of blood dripping incessantly echoed through the air, staining the wooden floor beneath.
Then, a sudden *clank* interrupted the assault. As one of the soldiers aimed for Desmond's chest, his weapon met an unexpected resistance, producing a sharp and metallic clash that left everyone dumbfounded. The soldier stared at his trembling weapon in disbelief, his comrades mirroring his confusion while stealing glances at Desmond's body.
In a swift and unexpected turn of events, a shadow materialized behind Desmond, accompanied by a rush of wind that carried a tremendous force. The shadow's attack swiftly severed Desmond's head, causing it to roll along the ground. The impact of this personal assault forced the soldiers to stagger backward, their bodies pushed by the powerful gust.