Chains of Vengeance
The muscle guy removed his mask, revealing a bloodied face with a black buzz cut and slicked eyes. "Impressive. Not only wielding her weapon but matching her strength. Your boasts about taking down our comrades aren't just empty words," he sneered.
"Save your talk. I'm not in the mood for your crap," I snap, spinning my scythe, challenging him.
Despite blood already staining his form, would it be enough to trigger Bloodhound? Whispering the incantation yielded no immediate response.
Hmph. I needed to inflict more damage. Kazuhi's phase two skill was an option, but it would kill him in an instant, and I wanted him to feel the agony, even if it cost me some HP.
At least it would keep him alive longer, feeling the misery Ara endured. But the pain inflicted by Bloodhound pain wasn't enough; it was only half of what Ara experienced. I intended to ensure he suffered in hell forever.