Finally, Mozgus was dead. Guts had a hard time fighting him, what with his hard skin and all. He was also an angel, and he could breathe fire, so you can imagine how that went. But, in typical Guts fashion, he beat him, and now he was leading a group of ragtag warriors (and one former princess) through yet another mess. Emphasis on the word 'mess'.
He and his group were currently demon surfing. Yes, demon surfing. Riding the waves created by the liquid like body of a horde of damned souls. They were stuck inside of its rolling, waving body on a makeshift ride of a piece of wide wood.
The only things keeping them from being completely swallowed up by the beast were the lit torches carried by each of the group's members. Turns out, the thing did not like fire. Lucky for them, as it seemed to be working pretty damn well.
The members of this group were not much of a team. They were more like, a motley crew, if you will. A former princess, her two guards, a thief, and a fairy, all led by the one and only black swordsman himself, Guts.
Their ride did not last long, as soon, the torches were knocked away by the constant rocking and shaking of the beast, snuffing out the light, along with whatever chance of survival any of them had. Well, all except for one of them. That one was Guts.
As his torch was now gone, he took to doing the only thing he could think to do to get them out of there.
He cut his way through.
This worked for quite a while as the beast's strange gelatinous form gave way easily to his gigantic sword. But then, as if to mock his efforts, the beasts body began to regenerate even quicker than it had previously done, thus making any effort given on his end futile as it would only serve to prolong the inevitable outcome that was their untimely demise.
Guts was out of options and out of time. He began to think of a last resort. He could use his bombs to escape? No, he used them all up in the fight against Mozgus. Damn that shit priest for being so hard to kill. He could light his arroes on fire and burn his way through? No, he just lost his torch, so that was a no go. Then he found it.
He could use the cannon in his false arm! It would be messy, and the force of the blast might make their ride a bit more bumpy, but there was no other option.
"Get back!" He shouted as he lifted his false arm up and aimed it ahead of him. He turned around to face the beast and smiled. "This is gonna be messy."
Farnese, the former princess of the kingdom they were all now trying to both save and escape from, looked up from her fear induced daze to widen her eyes at the man before her. Surely he couldn't be doing what she thought he was going to do. She had seenthe power of his cannon up close, so she knew what it could do.
'He couldn't! He wouldn't! He'll kill us all before we even escape this place! Surely not even he would do something so dangerous!' But then she thought about it. This was Guts. He most certainly would do it. But it was alos because of who this man was that she somehow knew that they would be okay.
She watched in awe as he fired off the cannon in his arm.
Guts pulled back the hand of his metal arm and blasted the beast with his cannon, grinning like a madman the entire time. "Take this you asshole!"
The cannon fire exploded upon impact with the horde, tearing a hole into the beast and propelling his group forward and away from the danger of the demon. He however, stayed behind. The beasts body was regenerating too quickly for him to escape. He screamed in defiance at the abomination until it had swallowed him whole.
The group he was with simply stared in quiet horror as their leader took his last breath.
However, the beast did not eat him, nor did it kill him. He was instead sent to another world.