Prepare For Battle! (1).
Cain heaved a sigh. He also wasn't sure if he would survive, just like these desperate men. Looking at their faces, Cain was able to see all sorts of emotions. However, none of these emotions were good ones.
Some bore deep resentment, some burning anger, and others, wicked despair that consumed them...
He was uncertain. He had fought {Blood Abominations} before, and they weren't terrifyingly strong. The only reason they were so feared, was because they tended to move in herds, which was a rather terrible thing for those fighting them.
However, what he was unsure of the most, was Angel, or rather, Stingè. Pulling out the {Hand of Stingè} from his inventory, he proceeded to go through it once again.
His eyelids twitched violently. The description of the weapon stated that Stingè was an absolute menace on the battlefield. What this meant, was that he was a fighter. Cain couldn't piece them both together at all...