Instinct Triumphs
A wicked smile stretched across his lips as he found his nefarious, unrefined plan bearing fruit as the blood painted the body of his foe, giving a rough idea of its height, physique, and inhuman features.
It was slender and tall, with a lengthy, thick tail stretching from its back; likely a demi-human, a beastly, savage one at like, just like his previous foe.
Invisible…a tail…rough scales–I'm fighting a reptile demi-human of some sort, he racked his brain in thought, I think I've got it…
"You're a chameleon, aren't you?" He asked audibly with a bloody smirk.
Of course, there was no verbal response, but he already knew he was correct in his assumption as there weren't an abundance of animals with the ability to camouflage themselves.