Dilated pupils and a troubled unfocused gaze gaped towards the scene with a bewildered expression.
His eyes quivered rapidly scourging the view before him in a rapid manner.
The recent events had left Alex feeling confused.
A man cladded in conventional attire has brandished two daggers, and yet, he never truly used them against the blue-haired man.
The man had only utilized several dull attacks which held no remorse behind their thrust.
Due to sheer confusion, Alex's mouth hung slightly ajar. He tried to say some reassuring words but failed to understand himself.
It was gibberish,
This was nonsense,
I failed to formulate a conclusive reason as to why the black-haired man acted so cynically.
Such a brutal form,
The rage and annoyance that man held in between each punch… It was a revolting unsightly sight.
The tapestry of the man's front bore witness to several splashes of a dark muddy crimson.
His hair was rugged and unkempt,
'Such brutality while doing such a thing and with an unphased demeanor…' Alex mused.
His every move flowed with the corresponding, even though he used such crude methods and primitive techniques… is this the edge experience truly gives people.
Snapping myself out of my stupor I realized my hisap,
As such I cursed internally.
"Fuck, where are fuck did they go?" I muttered under my breath sharply shifting my gaze across the road.
In a frantic series of movements, Alex sprinted across the road before slipping to the ground and rolling his ankle.
With a subtle crack emanating came a silent curse
"Shit!" Alex voiced unconsciously from the pain
This reckless action had wasted several seconds.
Forcing his body upward, Alex ignored his ankles' plea as he glared in every direction, seemingly searching for something.
Several seconds passed before Alex noticed a distant silhouette.