Beheading The Beast

Astaroth inspected the angry Russian's face, as he mad dashed towards him. He could guess by his posture alone, that this charge was a reckless one.

The man had already lost all semblance of logical thinking and calm.

This played right into Astaroth's plans. He could loop this raging bull around for days, he was certain of that.

As Anton finally made it to him, Astaroth only shifted his body ever so slightly, to evade the great axe coming in from overhead. He then spun on himself, equipping his longsword and wielding it in two hands, slashing at the man's back.

A cut to the back was a warrior's greatest shame, and Astaroth could guess this simpleton adhered to this mentality. And as proof, the Russian Demonoid bellowed in rage, as he turned around.

"Stop running around, coward! You said you fight me like a man!" He shouted.

"I am. I'm just not a stupid animal like you are." Astaroth snickered, adding oil to the fire.