[S Rank Battlefield]
Vash stood in the center of carnage, his massive body more hole than flesh.
Strikes had punched through his torso and his shoulders, clean openings where moonlight passed through to the other side.
Blood poured from his chest where ribs showed white against red meat, from his stomach where punctured organs leaked fluids that weren't supposed to see air, and from his arms where muscle hung in strips.
But his fists were still up, despite fingers bent at wrong angles.
Pant…pant…
Across from him, the 12th and 14th Shadow Kings stood with chests heaving, their own bodies marked with cuts and gashes and weapons wet with Vash's blood.
"This guy..."
The 12th Shadow King's voice came out strained, breath whistling through damaged lungs.
"This guy really is a damn cockroach who refuses to die!"
The 14th laughed, the sound cracking halfway through.
"How many times have we killed him?! His heart stopped twice! I felt it stop! And he just keeps getting back up!"
