"Bastard!"
It cursed as it had stopped my sword; I usually like to be on the defensive till my opponent used all of its trump cards but sometimes, I go on to the offensive too, like this time.
CLANG CLANG CLANG
As it stopped my attack, I whipped back my sword before launching another attack and then another; I begin to shower it with my attacks.
While I am attacking, it went on the defense, and it is not having much of a problem defending against my attack, but that does not mean it is happy; it is visibly irritated, and its irritation is increasing with every passing moment.
The Grimm Monsters liked it when they are offensive, and when they go on defense, especially against us humans, they do not like it at all.
If I had been in their place, I would have felt the same. A little human pushing back against something big is a weird sight, and let's not forget that everyone is conscious about their size.
"Enough, you bastard!"
