Tacky actually didn't see him there. His reddening eyes were focused on the bastard right at his feet. However, he thought, that he might as well clear this one up so he could focus on torturing his target.
"Hey, Rip!" Tacky said, looking a little bloodthirsty. He stepped on the person on the ground and walked towards him, waving around his sword, making the previously-arrogant man to pale. "I knew there was someone missing back there," he said, referring the their skirmish from before.
There was actually something a bit different with this Tacky, and it was obvious something had changed since they last saw him.
Rip gritted his teeth, shivering from anger and nervousness. "Traitors!" "What lies did they feed you, huh!?"
Tacky almost laughed. "Lies?" he asked. "Even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered.
"We have low standards of acceptance after what you put us through," he said, raising his sword. "You tortured us so much. Didn't you think you'd ever get retribution?!"
Slash!
Tacky stabbed the man straight to the heart. He was panting heavily as he slowly let the blood flow to the floor.
To be honest, Tacky never thought he'd be able to kill people in cold blood before this war. The three of them used to play games a lot with some other friends. A few of the games were violent, but he remembered cringing a bit when the graphics were particularly gruesome.
But their experiences had hardened their hearts—making it so much easier after the first time.
How quickly people changed.
And after what he heard not long ago, he wanted to see more blood.
He then turned to the man who was very nearly crawling to the door. He looked very silly, but he didn't care. The bastard crawled like his life depended on it.
And it did.
Baka and Juan saw that he was heading to Tin and proceeded to deal with the remaining ones. They knew Tacky had a deep beef with this one, and let him have the satisfaction for revenge.
Tacky raised his sword and stabbed the back of the man's knees, and a loud squelch was heard followed quickly by a pig screaming.
"GYAHHH!!!" Tin yelled as he laid down head first on the floor. He was then turned back, shivering, and he was stabbed again, this time on the stomach.
"W-What are you doing?! GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Tacky didn't answer and stabbed him right on the crotch.
"STO—KYAAAAAAHHH!!!!"
Tacky relished in the suffering of this man in particular. He was glad he wasn't mauled by the monsters like many of his companions. This meant he could make him suffer now!
This was one of the guards who beat them up, leaving them to the beasts. But this wasn't what made him so crazy.
More importantly, this bastard was one of the people who touched his sister! He found out about it from Raffy before separating for this task. Apparently, he had heard them bragging about it while they were confined!
Raffy's eyes were a little red when he told him this, obviously holding back a lot of anger as he listened in. Raffy did not know his sister, but he felt extreme injustice for her.
They had bragged about how they took her no matter how much she cried, and then how they continued abusing her until she had no tears left to cry!
They did it every single day since she arrived.
The thought made Tacky's anger boil so much he continued stabbing the man, over and over, and only came to his senses when his friends patted his back, telling him it was over.
Seeing the man dead, Tacky punched the floor, disatisfied.
"You died too damned easily!"
…
When it was over, Tacky and the others went from house to house, joining the other citizens and the doctors in the hunt. With the low momentum of Fargo's guards, there would definitely be those who would run away, and they were intent on taking advantage!
It so happened that one of the houses they entered was owned by Kyle's group.
How shocked they were to see several men being tortured inside!
Since they returned from talking with Crow, it seemed that the group had been very busy!
In the next hour or so, more and more people joined in, and they taught them several strategies on how to safely trim Fargo's forces.
In a short time, a good fraction of the guards outside the main walls had been taken care of by the people they bullied.
It also allowed the Alterans who had yet to reach the inner walls run much more smoothly than before.
It went smoothly that the Alterans, who had been expecting a few deaths by now, hadn't encountered a single one!
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At this time, Ansel's group was traversing the maze-like layout of Fargo. They were very quiet and were subtle, with the queasy ones having cloth on their mouths because they squealed too much at the sight of feces on the ground.
However, mysteriously, they hadn't encountered a single guard! Fargo's outer wall was huge, yes, but to not encounter one? Were they all in the interior walls? That couldn't be it, right? For them to win this war, they still had to guard the wall regardless of the chaos happening inside!
They traversed a few more alleys, signaling some brave people peeking in to be quiet—and they did—and some even pointed them in the right direction. Soon, they reached the section which wasn't too far off from their 'target' area.
Throughout all this, they still hadn't encountered a single hostile force.
"So lucky?" Beanie asked, tilting his head. His axe was out and ready to slash, but after the first batch of enemies they ran away from—the one that broke their path inside—they hadn't encountered many of them anymore.
Luke behind him shook his head. "Don't question the blessings!" He said, saying another weird superstition he heard somewhere.
Ansel chuckled, but shrugged in the end.
"Meh, the universe must be blessing our awesomeness again."