Eater Blade: Grinding in Apocalypse-Chapter 46: REUNION IN THE STORM — FRIEND OR FOE?

A series of lightning strikes lit up the city, revealing the new Eater Blade stepping out of the coffin. Resting on his shoulder was a hybrid weapon — shotgun and sword fused together, still slick with fluid. But what made him truly strange was his...

ZRAAAK!

Another lightning bolt split the sky and there it was: a battered brown leather bomber jacket with a fur collar, whipping wildly in the storm wind. Sewn all over it were odd patches — dozens of images of women, stitched in different angles and poses, some just fragments of bodies, their faces frozen in alluring smiles.

"The savior of the apocalypse has arrived!" the newcomer bellowed, voice echoing through the rain.

Johnquis leaned forward, eyes narrowing at that unmistakable silhouette. One look at that warped aura, that deranged energy, and he knew.

"Holy shit— God has forsaken me... Of all people, why did the heavens have to drop him down here?"

The newcomer stared at him with that cocky smile, eyes glinting like a wolf that found its favorite chew toy.

"JOHNKISS! My man! Still breathing, huh? Where’s your smokin’ hot sister? She still tagging along, or did she finally dump your sorry ass?"

Johnquis let out a ragged exhale, like someone had just punched straight through his ribs.

"...Oh, fuck off. And stop calling me that damn name, Savier."

The rain came down in sheets, drumming the street as more Eaters came out of the shadows. They slithered from alleyways, dropped from sagging balconies — slick shapes made of rot and bone, hungry eyes glinting in the strobing lightning.

Savier didn’t budge. He stood there in the wash of rain, bomber jacket plastered to his tight, athletic frame, that patchwork of stitched women fluttering like ghostly smiles around his shoulders. He tilted his hybrid blade-gun, tapping the flat of the steaming edge against his temple like he was checking if the storm was real.

"Ah... look at you all!"

He called out, voice pitched high with that cocky edge only a teenage idiot could pull off.

"Whole welcoming committee for ol’ Savier. How sweet! All that’s missing is a kiss on the cheek and you filthy mutts don’t got lips left to pucker!"

The nearest Eater, a long-limbed freak with spine ridges jutting from its back — hissed and lunged. Savier just laughed, pivoted on one foot, and let the monster’s claws swipe air. His other hand snapped up —

BANG!

The shotgun roared and the Eater’s head burst. Chunks of brain splattered against a rusted car door.

"Woo! One-tap special, baby!"

Savier crowed, spinning the blade around his wrist as if he were showing off a baton routine. He slid sideways into a shallow puddle, rain spraying up in arcs, then planted his heel on a crumbling curb.

Two more Eaters closed in from his blind spot. Savier didn’t even glance, he dropped low, swept the hybrid blade under their legs. Bone cracked, knees splintered backward. He popped back up with a backflip, boots thumping onto the hood of a wrecked sedan.

From there, he kicked off the car roof, vaulted over an Eater that snapped at his ankle, and twisted midair. The shotgun mode snapped back into place with a metallic click.

BANG! BANG!

Twin blasts flayed open two skulls like bursting melons, bone shards glinting in the storm.

When he landed on the wet asphalt again, he skidded backward, knees bent, the hybrid blade held wide like he was about to bow for applause. His smile never wavered.

"C’mon! Don’t be shy! Don’t tell me that’s all the buffet’s got tonight. I just got spawned, I’m starving!"

He smashed his boot down, the Eater’s skull popping under the weight.

"Gimme dessert! Gimme seconds!"

A brute thundered out of the rain — all swollen muscle and rows of jagged teeth, its heavy footsteps rumbling the flooded street.

Johnquis spun, whipping his chain through another Eater lunging for his throat.

[Feed Count: +100]

[Feed Count: 46,900 / 70,000]

He felt the tremor, turned toward the source just in time to see it. His eyes flared as the brute charged straight for Savier.

[Abnormal Eater Detected]

Level: [1]

Feed Points: [+500]

He shouted, panic cutting through the storm. "HEY! SAVIER! THAT’S AN ABNORMAL — DON’T SCREW AROUND! THEY’LL RIP YOU IN HALF IF YOU—!"

But the abnormal was already charging, and Savier just cocked his head, grinning through the rain.

"Hey, Johnkiss! You see this pig-faced bitch? Bet he thinks he’s special. Let’s check!"

Savier dropped fast, sliding on his knees between its claws. Sparks screeched off broken asphalt. He popped up behind it, flipped the blade to shotgun mode and fired point-blank at its spine —

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Chunks of black meat burst out, but the brute just roared. Half its back flayed open, vertebrae jutting like snapped rebar, yet it didn’t drop. Instead, it twisted, one huge arm backhanding Savier across the flooded street.

He hit a burnt-out bus, bounced off, and rolled to his feet with a bark of laughter.

"HAH! Okay, porky! Got some meat on ya!"

He charged back in, the hybrid weapon flicking between blade and barrel in a mad dance.

Steel flashed, the abnormal’s arm dropped to the pavement in a fountain of rot. Another blast, the brute’s jaw vanished in a mist of gore. Still, the thing kept coming, a mangled wreck of muscle and gnashing teeth.

Johnquis shouted down."Savier! Stop playing with your food and finish the damn thing!"

Savier threw him a smirk, one eye twitching like a mad dog’s. "Don’t rush art, Johnkiss! Let a man savor the flavor, we don’t get abnormals every day!"

The abnormal lunged, mouth a cavern of shredded bone. Savier just leaned aside, close enough that its teeth grazed his jacket collar, nearly tearing off one of those stitched women patches.

"Oh no — nu-uh. Don’t you dare put your stinky teeth on my hot babes, you motherfucker!"

It snapped at him again, jaws clacking. Savier rammed the shotgun barrel straight into its throat.

BANG!

The blast ripped half its skull off. The brute crumpled onto the flooded street, leaking violet sludge that swirled down the rain channels.

Savier flicked his blade clean, spraying gore across a wrecked sign. He patted the torn edge of his jacket, voice low and mock-gentle.

"No one touches my hot babes. You try? You get banged hard and sliced up fast. Easy as that."

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