The ground shook as the huge hellhound landed just before Montana who had nothing to rely on but his witch claw for damage. He could make do with the evasion and the moves, but would his body last long enough for him to actually kill this demon? He had never single-handedly killed a level six before; moreover, this was a hellhound. What if it evaded every hit Montana threw at it?
"Noah Rocco, do you have a death wish? Coming here as if you have magic and your pets to rely on..." Sorga gurgled his laughter and started to stalk around like a predator who was gauging his prey. "Do you think we will show mercy just because you lost your worth to stand next to us who are in power?"
"I just have a feeling that we both want the same thing..." Montana laughed out as he got into a crouch and readied his witch claw, the blades lighting up as if it was screaming for more demon blood.
