[Precisely. However, at the current moment, I'd worry about getting your arm free. Remaining close to this foe is a dangerous tactic.]
"Gotcha," he mumbled quietly.
Though it wasn't any easy task ahead of him, as he tugged, all he did was further injure himself with the spikes that were embedded in his arm.
"Ghh…!" He winced.
Luckily, the powerful blow had kept Dae-Mon concussed, who was coughing up the abyssal blood from his throat as it trailed down his inflicted torso.
Dae-Mon managed to finally return to, letting out a groan before revealing a wide grin with his teeth painted in his own black fluid, "...Again, again, again! Mr. Jeong-Hui, you're a dangerous one…I can't keep letting my guard down around you, can I?"
As the Artificial Devil spoke to him in twisted words, he was forcibly made to match his malicious gaze as the cold hands of the devil man grabbed his head, looking at him directly with his blood-stained smile.