"Touchdown."
Everyone in the hallway just watched as Rhys casually stood up from the slab of concrete that had bits and pieces of flesh and guts spewing from beneath it. His clothes were completely tattered, and there were traces of blood painting his body. But if one were to look closer, there was absolutely no trace of a wound on him at all.
"Wrong sport there, bruv..." The Boss let out a grunting breath as he stared at Rhys before looking down, only to see that his own leg that he used to kick Rhys was actually bleeding — no, it was broken. Seeing this, the Boss' eyebrows started to lower and a snarl slowly formed on his face,
"...This is my good leg."
"At least you still have two," Rhys said as he stepped down from the large debris; his eyes, scanning the hallway.
And as soon as he saw that there were other people present there, he did not even give them time to react and kicked the large piece of the ceiling behind him straight toward them — those who were unfortunate enough to not be able to react were turned into mincemeat and painted the floor red,
"That's probably half of your numbers already culled, I would retreat if I were you."
"Boss!" Those who managed to dodge the debris quickly and expertly surrounded Rhys, handling all sorts of elements around them or summoning their weapons as they focused their attention on Rhys. The Boss, however, raised his fist at this.
"Go secure the hostages," the Boss' words were almost whispers as his voice turned deep while glaring at Rhys, "Just continue as we planned, brothers and sisters...
...and wait for me to finish this Blackie. It won't be long."
"Boss..." The Boss' lackeys all looked at each other repeatedly before just nodding their heads at the same time and running away to the surveillance room.
"You..." The Boss could really only grit his teeth as he felt the sharp threads slowly digging into his fist and arm—no. The threads were digging through every part of his body; his neck, legs, and waist. Even then, however, the Boss' quickly became unfazed, "...You think something like this can stop me? I'm not just fast, kid."
"I know, Sir," Rhys just casually replied as he watched as the Boss started contracting his muscles; causing the threads that were previously digging through his flesh to almost stretch and loosen.
"I'm not just fast," the Boss repeated his words, "I'm—"
"Dead."
And without even letting the Boss say what he wanted to say, Rhys suddenly leaped back. And this time, it was Rhys's turn to disappear and destroy the ground beneath his feet as he suddenly rushed toward the Boss — increasing his speed by removing the air in front of him, and then giving himself a little boost by blasting wind behind him.
Rhys almost looked like a bullet as he flew straight toward the Boss; his fist, hitting the Boss right on the face... completely removing his head clean as the thread sliced his neck due to the sudden force.
"Hm..." Rhys just watched as the Boss' head violently flew to the wall; slightly piercing through it and sticking on it, adorning the wall like some sort of prized trophy.
Durable. If Rhys was to guess what the Boss was going to say, he was probably going to say he was durable. Rhys then turned to look at his fist, only to see the skin on his knuckles completely chaffed and exposing his bones.
He wasn't really looking at his chaffed hand because he was hurt, however, but because he was starting to realize how strong he had actually become. In another format, the Boss would probably be considered a High Ranking Explorer, he was strong — incredibly so.
...And yet Rhys wasn't even trying his best. His ability, Eros's ability to gain the powers of others is just... on a different level. Just who exactly is Eros? He could probably summon Arachnea to ask her again, but he doubts she would reveal anything anymore... and might actually just truly kill him this time.
And so, after trying his best to stray off the thoughts he was having, Rhys shook his head and focused his attention on the direction of the surveillance room. After all...
...he wasn't done eliminating all the hostiles.