Delayed remorse
Bang! Bang!
Corre and Zayne concurrently crashed to opposing walls!
With his demon head and pitch-blac eyes, Hank glared at the knight with a gentle smile on his face. His expressions changed considerably but it was very little change! This pissed Hanc a lot.
He kicked the floor and charged at him.
"Sire, hide." Galvin said, pulling his rapier out of its scabbard.
Hank grinned and manifested his razor sharp fangs. His eyes were glued on his enemy alone like a predator that had trapped an annoying prey. But before he could even go out of the door, two figures suddenly emerged from both directions.
"Bastards!"
"Take this!" Zayne said. His eyes glowed as his messed-up hair covered half his face. At the same time, the fatal injury on his ribs had already started to heal.
Shwang!
Corre grabbed his short sword tightly and swung it, aiming at demonic Hank's legs. He had already battled against Ogas one on one.