The blade of the katana wielded by the six eyed demon strucked Stark's throat, plunging in even deeper within the miniscule time they spent stucked together before Stark could properly think and react.
Kokushibo tried to push further and further, but suddenly, his hands stopped.
No, it was stopped, he was being pushed back instead as his feets sinked deeper into the ground below, cracking even where a fog of dust exploded up into the sky.
"?!!" Kokushibo realized far too soon despite all the time and oppurtunity he was given, he failed to kill their supposed prey. But at the same time, another realization strucked him heavy; they weren't the predators, he wasn't the prey, it was the opposite. Ever since the beginning, they were already overwhelmed despite their big numbers, continuously outmatched in almost every way, Kokushibo's mind ran frantic within a second.
"Whish" But before- like the Red Haired warrior, he could even properly thought of something, amidst the collective pile of dust and smoke floating all around them due to the ground exploding, Stark appeared behind Kokushibo with red shot eyes and blood spilling from his throat along with a green goo, that which is the poison crawling inside of his body like live maggots.
Stark held the sole handle of his axe that was cut off in half, he raised it above his head and swung it downwards in front of him with heaviness like the heavens striking the earth down itself.
"SWOOSHBANG CRACK SPLAT" Blood splattered everywhere, the ground once again exploded due to the collective force within the air surrounding them all being hammered down so suddenly by something extremely heavy. Kokushibi's eyes flew in various directions as his body was disintegrated into a pile of mushy, destroyed flesh.
"Kuegh!!" Stark stood still from the cracked ground, before he continued moving once again, running to avoid another incoming attacks from the demons all around them. He grabbed his throat whilst doing so, and chocked himself immediately after, but with a certain care not to overdo it too much. The veins from his body buldged, his eyes widened, his mind screamed of pure agony.
The pain was quite something else, it was itchy, it was extremely unberable, his mind wavering and becoming unstable, yet he continued for he have no choice. He tore a piece of bandage from his arm, and swiftly covered the wounds on his throat. It wasn't able to do much, as the pain and wound only got worse and worse by the time he was already back fighting the demons who managed to catch up to him.
The same Demon with red haired and striped for its body came back once more towards him with a vengeful look, looking for another fist fight, but Stark skimmed through him like he's nothing more than mere fly, and kicked him in the face. This attack send Akaza flying through the trees and making his whole body another pile mess of flesh.
The whole commotion echoed across the night and snowy forest, a collective part of it was being skewered as the battle rummaged through like a tidal wave destroying everything in its path.
A certain female demon with white hair, and floating cloths for weapons tried to test her luck and attack Stark from behind while he's busy dealing with the Demon with golden fans.
"Grab" But Stark's senses was at its highest right now as his life was on the verge of death, to which this allowed him to grabbed the fundoshi right on time when it was just about to make contact with the back of his neck and pulled the female demon towards him in a rather circular motion all around them.
"Wa-?" from such a long considersble distance, the white haired female demon was pulled across, rotating with Stark in the middle where her face splattered and kissed the trees in the way, marking and raining the whole vicinity with her blood.
The white haired female demon grew weak within such a short time. Her limbs contorted in various weird manners, her whole body limping and twitching along with the groans she couldn't help but let out. From afar, a green haired demon saw this with sickle for weapons on his hands, roared presumably and rushed with no time to waste towards the assailant.
"Whoosh" Stark once again pulled her fundoshi, but strictly towards him this time. He ran across the forest once again, but instead of being chased by the Demon, he started chasing demons instead.
The demon with golden fans for weapons realized the red haired warrior's intention, and before he could even react, found his mouth grabbed and shut tightly with Stark's palm holding him.
"Heh-?!" he thoughtlessly murmured before he was dragged across the ground where his flesh and blood was shredded into liquid paste, staining in contrast with the snowy surrounding, before his whole head slammed against with the white haired female demon's face up in the air, creating a light sonic boom that send air across the sky, all done by Stark's actions.
"Huff Huff Huff" Stark's body despite overwhelming the demons grew weary and weak as his stamina and vitality was getting drained faster before he could even think of a plan to defeat the demons. His axe was gone missing and split in half, he's outnumbered, he have no way to deal with the demons without his axe. He breathed in succinctly, searching for any source of vitality within himself to keep going, yet his legs was growing in shaking and trembling.
"Is this how im gonna die?" He could win the fight, but would he survive?
The same demon with spider threads being produced from the tips of his fingers saw this, the Red Haired warrior standing still for a moment with the whole place splattered with blood and destroyed as if a disaster just befell upon, and quickly produced even more spider threads, turning them red swiftly in the blink of an eye before sending a net of it toward's Stark's position.
From above, the six eyed demon with a long katana in hand appeared with the moon on his back, he saw Stark also standing still for a moment and quickly broke off his own healed arm and let blood rain upon him.
The collective rain of blood quickly transformed into hundreds upon hundreds of blade, all with the sharp pointy tip aimed at Stark.
From the ground, to the sky, all surrounding him were attacks bidding to end his life, Stark's gulped a mouthful of blood before it escaped out from his throat anyway. His legs and fingers was trembling at its utmost, yet he was unable to move any further.
"Fern?" while waiting for the inevitable, he thought and murmured a name of a certain woman in his mind.
Remembering her naggy, yet cute appearance, a smile appeared on Stark's face.
"What a life..." having found himself in the middle of nowhere, and was suddenly forced to fight with no telling or whatsoever, he mindlessly thought how messy and random the situation is. A situation so sudden, a death so sudden, no warning, dead just like a dog on the street. It was either his own failings as an adventurer that let the situation befell upon him, or his strength as a warrior that let himself get overwhelmed by their sheer numbers and strength.
"IM NOT DONE YET!!"