A Perilous Duel

Cliff was being pushed back. He had long since reverted to his human form to fight the bear demons.

The battle would have been different if his opponents had succumbed to rage, but contrary to his expectations, they displayed calculated composure and coordination. Having witnessed his capabilities, they no longer underestimated him.

They returned blow for blow, blocking every one of his attacks. Cliff felt as though he was striking an impenetrable wall. Their synchronized defense left him no opening to exploit.

After delivering a powerful strike that glanced off the grizzly's greatsword, Cliff had no time to block the polar bear's punch to his back. The impact was so forceful that he staggered, barely managing to keep his balance by plunging his saber into the ground.

Clutching the spot where he was hit, a sharp pain shot through him. He grimaced and looked up at the demons, who stared at him with cold detachment.