Dutch stared in shock. This was something else entirely. You were just meant to be another little orphan boy who had been saved by Dutch.

But instead, you were much, much more.

You were soaked head to toe in blood but none of it was yours. Dutch was in pure amazement. You had killed just about every enemy with a single machete. That was something he had not seen before.

He stared at your back, the machete dripping blood onto the ground. It was sight for sore eyes that was for sure.