The vengeful guardians of the hell's gates, part 4
Shin propped himself up on elbows and spat a mouthful of blood at Iashkawa-Jun's toes. The half-demon wasn't even smug—instead, they were full of self-righteous satisfaction, which angered Shin only more.
But he couldn't fall into that anger, not now, not yet.
"This isn't over yet," Shin promised.
Iashkawa-Jun only scoffed, with a single sound letting Shin understand everything they thought about those words. They fixed the fake cat ears on their head and made another step towards Shin.
Shin sat up and clenched his fingers in the air, as if gathering something invisible in his fist.
Dozens of forks and knives burst from the door of the restaurant's kitchen like a cloud of locusts. Iashkawa-Jun reflexively staggered back when they surrounded Shin, enveloping him in a barrier of sharp steel.
But a moment later, the half-demon's surprise changed into contempt.
"Hah! Isss that your attempt to protect yourssself?"