Killing Golem

D had his right leg out behind him for balance, and his sword ready and
pointing down at the ground. The way his blade moved was like a jump cut
in a film. The part where it slashed through the air was missing, and it
skipped straight to where it went into Golem’s mouth, wide with laughter.

Though this freak could control the density of his musculature on the
surface, an inch below, his body remained as soft as any other living
creature’s. D’s sword slipped in through the only real opening in his defense
aside from his eyes, and drove up to the top of his skull in one smooth
thrust.

D must’ve been aiming for that ever since he discovered the giant’s
flesh couldn’t be cut, but the way he found an opening at the end of the
giant’s chatter, and made the thrust literally faster than the eye could follow,
was nothing short of miraculous. “Gaaah—”

It was actually rather humorous the way the scream didn’t escape the
impaled giant until several seconds later. As his massive form dropped
backwards, its toughness fading rapidly, D stepped closer and split the
giant’s skull with one emotionless slash of his sword. This time the giant
didn’t make a sound. The sight of their staunch friend falling—sending up a
bloody mist a shade more crimson than the setting sun—snapped his
spellbound compatriots back to their senses.

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