All four Mutants had vacant expressions and lifeless eyes. Two were young men who looked fairly normal.
One was a woman who looked young, but whose mouth stretched wide across her cheeks, completely toothless. The other was a burly, middle-aged man covered in tumors of all sizes.
Got's face twisted into a grimace as he shone a bright red light on the man descending from the sky. The four Mutants let out inhuman howls and pounced.
James ignored the Nazi officer. He tilted his head slightly to dodge the spike shot from the wide-mouthed woman, then swung his Bone Blades backhanded and cut down one of the blond young men nearby. He was surprised that the blow hadn't cleaved him apart.
Blood gushed from the deep wounds in the blond man's chest and neck, coating his body like a viscous gel and leaving only half his face and a small patch of skin exposed.
The blood gel quickly solidified, taking on a peculiar hardness, like an extremely crude suit of armor.
A pungent stench hit him. James surged with Gang Qi, blocking a glob of dark green Riptide in midair. It hissed as it corroded. The fat man, covered in pustules and tumors, sprayed a strong acid from his chest, while bile-like drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth.
The last man, a thin, small figure who looked normal, ripped open his prison uniform in agony. A dark red lump like magma sat on his chest and abdomen, as large as a head. Vein-like lines covered his body, twitching faintly as if dangerously unstable.
James looked at them, mindless and acting like rabid beasts, and shook his head.
Pale red Gang Qi surged along his Bone Blades. He put a little more strength into his crossed claws and chopped