Eren had either yanked or chopped the female ranker's left tit and left her to die on the spot.
The part of lady ranker's body that she was most proud of when she was alive would soon become one with the earth, losing its former splendour. The flesh that many once lusted after was now on gory display for all to see.
The close combat expert that was given the job of acting as a decoy felt that everything that was happening in front of him was stuff from his nightmares. He didn't care that the two of the guys that were supposed to be his comrades in arms were nothing but two dead bodies now. He was more worried about how or when he could wake up from this nightmare.
The mute spectator felt like he had been watching a spectral scene recorded on the array disk unfolding in front of him in slow motion. He felt like quite a lot had happened since he played this scene. But somehow he was also aware that barely a few moments had passed since the series of events had started taking place.
The water-element close combat expert was using his mana sense on autopilot. He processed the feedback coming from it subconsciously as though he wasn't in control of his senses.
He also felt that the mana signature Eren had released just before the start of the battle was part of the reason he felt this dread. He had been standing closest to the butcher when that had happened after all.
He felt on a deeper level that none of them was in the same league as their target. That none of them could be as inhuman as the ghost in front of him was.
'This guy… he isn't human. He… is a devil in a human's skin.'
The mute spectator had this thought as his mana sense felt Eren's presence. This time it was quite far away from him– where the squad's healer was supposed to be.
The spectator watched as the butcher tried attacking the healer of their group. But this time he was stopped by another team member from his team. This soldier was assigned to protect the healer at all costs. He was the tank of the team.
Other team members of the close combat expert's team were also heading towards the butcher's position. While four of the others chose to head in four different directions away from the battlefield they were assigned to. It wasn't long before they reached the array disks. The array disks were planted in the ground like one-time use runic landmines at a set distance from each other.
The four rankers that stood on the array disks started chanting incantations while imbuing their non-elementalized mana into the array disks. The runes on the array disks lit up in the four directions at the same time– releasing a distinct mana pulse.
Each of the array disks had started creating a semi-transparent mana layer outside their perimeter. The mana layers extended in all directions. Soon they would meet with each other and create a rectangular box that would isolate the battlefield from the surrounding area outside it.
But the mute spectator couldn't keep tabs on his team's current progress. It was the time that slowed down only for him. And the ones moving around in front of him were nothing but mirages and ghosts that would soon disappear from the face of the earth if and when he blinks. But blink he could not.
Coming back to the situation unfolding in front of the spectator at the moment. He watched as their healer was successfully rescued by their tank.
The tank had already executed his earth-element spell and two earth golems were formed using the mixture of existing earth and mana. They were twice the height of the average person and looked like badly shaped humanoid dolls that were wearing armour made of mud. They also had a club each.
One of the golems swung the earthen club at Eren who was approaching the team from the front. Soon, however, it became apparent that it had struck Eren's afterimage. The golems were slow to react, but their spellcaster was not so sluggish.
The tank slapped both his hands on the ground and sent his mana into the ground through his hands. Four shabby-looking walls will soon be raised from the ground. He aimed to surround himself and the healer with four walls, while the golems fought against the abomination.
The tank only needed to buy time as the rest of his teammates were on their way to reach the scene. Once that happened, the bloodthirsty demon could be dealt with.
The plan was well-executed. The actions of the healer and tank made sense. The execution of their defensive plan was impeccable. The speed at which the walls were getting raised was also exceptional.
And yet, the combination of all those things falling into place couldn't stop the butcher from executing what he had set out to do.
Another heart-wrenching image was imprinted deep into the mute spectator's psyche as he watched his team's healer getting killed. She was also a lady ranker.
Eren had suddenly appeared in front of the healer, covered in lightning and fire. The tank was just behind him looking at the butcher's afterimage that was going to get smashed by the golem's attacks while the walls rose.
The butcher pierced her throat with his lightning-clad katar, then yanked out her larynx without mercy. He always liked to kill the healers this way if he could help it, lest they shout and make their assigned protectors aware.
The lady ranker watched in complete horror as her organ was handed to her. However, she couldn't yell nor could she make the tank in front of her aware of her current condition using her scream. That was because her voice box had been made inoperable.
'This… this demon… he'll be the end of all of us if we don't do something soon.'
The Warhammer-wielding ranker thought for a moment and then looked up because he had sensed something. He observed a semi-transparent box made of mana was getting constructed. It wasn't long before the box was complete, isolating the entire battlefield.
'We can only hope this is enough to stop this monster.'
