Calmly counting the foes that surrounded him completely, he flipped his grip of his daggers into reverse.
Slamming down towards him, one of the crimson-enchanted blades neared his head. Another sailed towards his back. These attacks came from the slobbering swine men in which he held no mercy for.
He watched with his vastly enhanced perception, composed and unflinching.
"Black Ripper."
[Spirit: -200 | 3550/3800]
Stretching out in a flash of black, sharp stratifications of wind howled out briefly.
A rain of onyx blood came in the next moment; the string of instantaneous slashes eviscerated the brutes, leaving gashes on their necks and slashes splitting through their skulls.
Only one of the five immediate swine managed to survive the lethal-intended slashes, but not for long as he dashed past it, quickly stabbing his dagger into the side of its head and withdrawing it in a seamless movement.
[EXP + 2500 | 4000/18000]