🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The words about cosmic dust turned out to be no joke at all. When the Iliman Shield turned to nothing, and a gigaf lash illuminated the arena, Ushumgallu felt for the first time that he was not ready for this battle. Luckily, Zibabych knows how to use not only a katana but also his tongue. "We have many heads, and we are all still alive," the temporary commander repeats the pre-flight words. "Well done. You are the best." Shaking the blood off his blade, he looks at Tevtu as if for the first time. Even in the darkness, the saber shimmers with turquoise, and having tasted blood, it looks as if it was just forged. Where are the chips on the blade, the notches on the guard, the blood-soaked leather of the hilt? It seems he hasn't earned it yet. Today, he only took down two, and what's even worse, Ginza was not among them. This thought will gnaw at him all the way to Sugara, and he won't feel much joy from the victory. While everyone is patching themselves up, Ushumgallu approaches Zibab, who is furiously wiping himself down. Compared to him, Ushumgallu looks fresh and alert; only a huge bruise from Ginza's blow and damaged armor testify to his participation in the battle. If he had run as fast as a shinobi, he would have killed more. "I thought your long tongue was only good for annoying nerds and making dubious acquaintances... Respect." Jack is already awake; his brief command is over, and now he can search the bodies with a clear conscience. One of the killed has his neck cut to the spine; Ushumgallu kicks the head with his foot, and the crunch of bones already promises a glorious game of head-ball, but the head hangs on a piece of skin, unwilling to leave its comfortable place. "Well, you are a real bastard... I'll take this ring and tell all your relatives about you."