"Have you forgotten the taste of blood?"
"Do you still remember how to use your claws, how to tear open a prey's hide?"
"What about your teeth? What did it feel like to bite down on a throat? Do you still remember the gasps of prey unable to breathe?"
"You've even forgotten what fighting feels like. Once you smelled blood, you should have reacted long ago. Yet you're still standing there stupidly. You've lived in comfort for too long, abandoned your desires for too long, and now you've forgotten what you once were, haven't you?"
As Servant swung streaks of black blade-light, he mockingly questioned the beasts.
And those beasts, who should have been roused to fight, truly seemed just as he had said. Their eyes were filled with confusion, as though they had completely forgotten how to fight.
Servant had already charged right before them, yet they showed no reaction. Only a small number raised their claws on instinct to block him, but how could flesh-and-blood bodies withstand that terrifying Black Energy? In an instant, flesh flew everywhere and half their bodies fell to the ground.
Wrapped in terrifying energy, Servant was like a bolt of black lightning, crashing through the densely packed encirclement. Wherever he passed, chunks of bodies littered the ground.
"The fungus gathered you together, but you don't even understand how to cooperate..."
"You've lost yourselves, and you haven't made use of the swarm either."
"This won't do, that won't do. You're a disorganized rabble, shattered at the first touch."
"Powerless from the front, clumsy from the sides, a loose formation, sluggish reactions—not one of you is worth a damn."
Servant charged into the thick of the encirclement again. He spread his hands, lowered his center of gravity, and began spinning like a windmill. The Black