Nero waved his sword in a flourish.
The viscous blood that clung to his blade was shaken of, splattering into the ground with a terribly wet sound.
Abominations were violent by nature, but even they had survival instincts...
The other creatures let out low gargling sounds before slinking back into the depths of the swam.
Nero stared coldly as the surface of the bog slowly returned to normal. Then the crease in his brows vanished. He let out a sigh of relief.
He hissed a wince through his teeth as he turned his arm.
There was a terrible burn on in, most likely caused from one of the toxic fluids of the Abomination.
He clicked his tongue and tore off a piece of his clothes before wrapping it around the wound.
Then he turned around only to see Lucy glaring at him with an oddly suspicious look.
There was a little more than suspicion in the gaze as well.
Perhaps it was...
Nero frowned, 'Fear...'
