Bab 102: The Godless Style

Even if one were to strip all of the blades off of Vandread's body, they would find their oversight met with swift impunity.

That oversight was one, simple concept: they didn't strip the blades from within his body.

After removing the stitching, a hole opened up in the flesh of his heel, to which he reached in with his toes, sliding out a blade that was stored within his foot.

The benefit of his immortality kicked in quickly as his heel compartment reformed; strands of flesh reunited, stitching itself back together as within moments, it was back to new condition.

"Open pa mara!"

The Outrider warrior that was dressed head-to-toe in bearskin shouted out, leading the carrying of the massive pot. It seemed these words translated roughly to "Open up the damn cage before I eat you!" because it quickly served to make the joke-cracking guards turn around.

He assessed the situation and his surroundings, darting his eyes around quickly.