The wind rushed past the falling Irunmole. In the hands of the Irunmole who was Sunday, was the demon, hands clutching to the frame of the growling demon.
He had been hit, pretty badly earlier. When he had first sighted the demon, he knew what he was going to be up to. Seeing that the demon was still in the same vicinity of the praying human girl, Bolu , had hinted to him about the power level it was.
He had gone on to challenge. No, not challenge, to attack it and stop its charge to the human girl, Bolu, had so, the battle had begun. It had seemed so easy.
Just take advantage of it since Bane's howl had destabilized it. It had surprised him then, that the demon was still standing, even after it had been howled at. But then again, that went only to prove how strong the demon was. Still, he had charged it then, willing to take the advantage the situation presented to turn the tables around.
