Even if he was in a strictly human form, Askeladd was still a calamity-level monster, so his aura was not that of the average human, mercenary or not. As said, a tiger can hide its claws from him, but not scratch it from him.
The effect he had on other beings was not unknown to this fenrir. The 360-degree change in the other's attitude came as no surprise to him. No matter if they were monsters, demons, and humans, they all had the same instinctual survival response when beings like him were involved. That is fear and the instinct to flee away from a predator eviler than themselves.
Well, most of them at least. His gaze drifted to the woman standing like a statue carved from ice behind him. He shook his head, his lips trembled slightly with amusement and he thought it was good that a delicate human had more guts than a man twice his height.
