DLVII. Get Out Of My Way!
"What the hell are you doing to me?! Stop playing and fight me! What, are you afraid I might destroy you?! Grr... aargh... umpf..."
While shouting words of anger at his enemy, Thyrius failed to finish the sentence, warning that the handshake on his abdomen was becoming more intense and had now taken his breath out of his lungs.
"But… how?! Don't you like my power?! Look, very few people were lucky enough to be killed like that, do you know?! Consider it a special gift of mine for you, who are the protagonist of my favorite painting! Hihihi!"
After the enemy's last words, a loud noise broke the silence and the door of the room was blown away, flying over Bloodfang's head, which raised his gaze completely, looking back despite his view being reversed.
"Hihi... uh?"
Even the Keeper, now ready to shatter his enemy's spine, looked up at the door, trying to sense a presence even though his eyes were covered by the bandage.
"Aaaargh!"