Ripples (Ch2)

Leto stuffed his mouth with a few pills. Soft cackle traveled down his throat as he sat down with his usually lifeless face now full of smiles and madness. Sitting in the shadow of the ruined house, he was utterly exhausted, and while he looked like a mess bloodline finally gave a response. As his bloodline totem was slowly moving through his body, Leto couldn't help but murmur softly: "After all these years I finally can hear you again, my old friend. I bet Boris will be extremely pleased with our reunion."

As the drugs kicked in and totem circulation restored some of his strengths, he rushed to the main battlefield, laughing like a creepy little child. Leto was waltzing through the base, killing the enemies while singing and dancing in the rain of blood with a smile all over his face. Noone could stop him in his glorious feeling of happiness from feeling the power again. The sight of the crazy slaughter broke the last bits of attackers' morale, making them run for life like there was no tomorrow.

A few minutes later he recovered enough strength to continue fighting so he jumped into action while spreading weird atmosphere with his perverted sounded laughers all over the battlefield.

Leaning their backs against the blood-soaked door, John and Mark lay on the floor exhausted. Babys cry inside the door forced an involuntary smile on the faces of the warriors. The health of the lady caused them anxiety, but they did not have the strength to rise.

Suddenly, they heard a childish laugh, and something warm lit up in their chest as if giving power to brutal men to move. First, leaning on the pole of his naginata, John rose. "Madam, do you need help?" "Is everything all right?" both of them blurted out at the same time. Short seconds of silence seemed endless.

Both of the warmongers were ready to rush inside to protect Lady Jessica and her son. They already rushed to open the door when Mother Gelda's soft voice flowed: "Hush there, barbarians. Mistress fell asleep from fatigue. She gave birth to a healthy boy. Never seen such big child. He probably weighs 7 or 8 kilograms. "

The door unexpectedly opened, making John and Mark to stagger, feeling great force rushing through their bodies with Geldas push, greatly shocking them.

She was holding a child, which even compared to her huge hands and humongous body size, looked large. Gelda herself was once a level 13 warrior, it was rumored that the blood of giants was flowing in her veins.

Gelda and Leto were seriously injured when they were helping Master to escape the main family headquarters, after which Gelda and Leto, both, lost access to their totems, making them an order of magnitude weaker. Even now, after losing the totem, she was a warrior of the eights level. Her two meters and thirty centimeters tall figure and a towering D cup chest made two grown up men to feel wastly inferior and weak. Only some seconds later did they look at the baby. while thinking they were numb to suprises, they were proved wrong again. The size of the child suggested that it was she who was his mother, and not the frail lady Jessica. The kid looked like he was already year or two old.

Then the child heard the men's voices and took a deep breath, inhaling the deep stench of blood and gore...

The smile spread across its face and making him laugh merely.

The creature inside the child also laughed: "Yes, this is exactly what my partner should be! Laugh at the smell of blood! Rejoice at the sight of torn enemies! Devour them all!"