"Heh…" Dae-Mon smirked, seeming to enjoy his confusion.
An elongated tongue slithered out from the unnatural mouth, stretching across the blade and touching his hand as he reared back in disgust–managing to free his blade from the gritted teeth.
Just as he pulled away, he looked back up to realize Dae-Mon was already compromising his moment of disgust to go for an attack, shifting his other arm into three sets of chains formed of razor-blades.
"--"
His eyes widened; in his uneven footing at that moment, he wasn't able to use a [Blink Step], watching as the malicious chains were being pulled back and flung towards him.
"Raaagh–!"
A warcry roared out not in confidence, but of fear sounded out, being produced by Sol, who charged forward with his spear held out in front of him as if he was sieging a castle–interrupting Dae-Mon's attempt to take his life as Sol lanced the spear right through the man's abdomen.