Valcroy continued with his unhinged attacks. He tore through the remaining attackers with sheer brutality, his claws cutting through armor and flesh alike. Everything in front of those weapons of mass murder was butter.
He wasn't unscathed, though, his clothes were ripped as marks of slashing and wound that made one hiss just by looking at them adorned his body. A sword plunged into his thigh, but he didn't flinch.
He showed his teeth as he grabbed the wielder by the neck, lifting him off the ground before slamming him into the floor with enough force to crack a hole into the floor and the person's head was dragged onto the ground, and soon his entire head was splattered onto the train tracks, showcasing how brutal his death was.
Val let him go, his headless body falling through the hole onto the train track; a nameless corpse on the track, the news spread that evening.
