Burning with rage and unexplainable anger, Silver Cassano held his whip tighter, and wildly slashed it towards his back.
He doesn't care if he would be affected by that attack too. As long as he could kill that thing, that solid, cold thing that clung onto his back, he would do whatever measure he can take.
As soon as the whip had touched the woman that was hugging him from his back, it yelped in pain. It grunted, and forcefully detach her arms around him, then made a strong kick in order for him to fall and stumble onto the ground.
Now, Silver believe he should not waste any longer time. He was being devoured by his anger—both from the “trophies” that he had seen, and to the woman who collected the trophies.
And the longer this lingers onto him, the higher the chance that he would
