#lethalcircusperformer

   Every blade that slices at its flesh is for naught, as fruitless as cutting mist. Perhaps that is why their LEADER stands at a distance, foolish to allow his men to rush at a crazed animal and meet death by its starvation. Though the Beast is cornered, it salvages the taste of their fallen brothers by mincing them to meat in its jaws. The point of its massive head whips toward the one called Silat. “MY BODY CANNOT BE HARMED BY MERE WEAPONRY. I URGE YOUR FORCES TO RETREAT, STREET CLOWN!” Thus far, his Bakiraka had become nothing more than food to nurture its malice. Hardly the challenge it anticipated of a clan that brand themselves warriors. 

“Hardly. Though I have been offered a substantial amount of money for your head. I refused.”

Silat stepped forward, becoming more visible in the dimmer light.“I do not know if I could kill you. I’d rather not attempt to and be wrong. I did, however, come to ask a question of you.”

   “Wise choice,” and something they could agree on if the Kushan’s next admission was anything to go by. For a moment, Guts wondered who the hell despised him enough to leave his head in the hands of the Bakiraka, but there were too many options to settle for just one.

          —– @lethal-circus-performer​