Annoying intruders.

Everything was covered with drops of water and he had to force himself to step out of the dry cottage.

After killing a few rabbits with a carefully aimed throw of a rock, beheading and gutting them not so far away, he turned around to head back.

But after a few moments, he saw them.

A dozen of humans, wet to their bones, walked cautiously through the dense forest.

They were closer to the hut than he was, although they didn't seem to be rushing to the structure yet.

As his blood began to boil with anger towards both himself and the newcomers, he couldn't help but berate himself for his own stupidity and recklessness.

How could he have been so foolish? He felt a surge of frustration and regret wash over him, as he realized the possible consequences of his actions.

The weight of his mistakes, combined with the frustration towards the group of humans, created an overwhelming sense of anger that threatened to consume him completely.

Bugak crouched down a bit to keep the moment of surprise on his side and quickly moved toward them, leaving his lifeless prey lying on the ground. He knew how to slay humans and he was good at it. They were ridiculously weak in comparison to his brutal body trained to inflict great damage on his opponent. The first unfortunate soul met his demise instantly, severed by a single strike. As his limp corpse crumpled to the forest moss, a wave of terror paralyzed the remaining heroes.

This was not what they expected. Aggressive monsters usually charged at them beforehand, which allowed them to make formation and their long-range fighters were able to step aside and weaken the enemy from a distance, as members with heavy armor shielded them from danger.

But this one was quiet and precise. A woman in a damped healer's robe nearly flew to the air after taking a short, yet powerful slap by the back of his hand. It looked more like if he just swung his free hand to ward off pesky insects, than a serious strike.

[Warning! Critical hit resulted in status FAZED]

She tried to pick herself up and heal her companions, but her head spun so bad she wasn't even able to sit up. Her ear bled and she felt nauseous. A Gusher of thick, warm blood covered her face and she was pinned under a lifeless friend, butchered right before her eyes.

The rest of them staggered and tried to get away from him. To make space, to be able to brace themselves and turn the odds.

Bugak gripped his heavy hatchet right under the iron head to be able to aim with better precision and sweep his hand after dodging a pathetic blow from one of the knights, leaving his neck sliced open. His head fell aback, connected to the body only with skin and very few muscles.

A pretty blonde yelped as she saw the horrendous scene, throwing herself forward to catch her friend's body before it could hit the ground. Bugak killed her in a matter of a single grasp, crushing her neck to a thin string with his free hand.

But he had to let go of her, trying to find his lost balance after a small framed human jumped on his back with a frightened scream. It was indeed a pathetic nuisance.

He intended to ignore this maggot but had to reevaluate his decision. After a short struggle, Bugak managed to grab his leg just below the knee and ripped him off his bleeding back, slamming his limp body against a nearer tree.