"Now, die!" it roared and came at me. Its speed was so great that I could barely track it with my eyes.
Still, I moved, with every speck of burst roaring into my veins.
So, what if it is strong? I had killed too many such enemies and it will be another such of Grimm. Soon, I will have it inside my storage, with its bloodline harnessed by my runes.
As reached next to each other, it's attacked. Its claw is so fast, I need to use every bit of the strength I have and even then, I have barely reached it.
CLANNG!
Its claw clashed against my sword, and I felt as if a mountain had clashed against it.
Puh Puh…
I had remained on my spot for a moment, before shooting back like a broken doll while vomiting the blood with the pieces of flesh on it.
BANG!
