"You guys have purple wings, that's what I want to talk about," Night smirked as he slowly regained his confidence. The overwhelming feeling of incoming defeat still existed, it was just that Night was now able to actively push it aside and not let it cloud his potential skill.
In truth, Night had no battle strategy, he did have the most basic of ones, which was simply dodge and attack. However, that wasn't particularly a very good plan, to beat creatures of such a stature, he had to break his limits and do something he would never usually do.
Of course, he didn't have the leisure to just stand there and think things through, the constant pressure and fear were still very prominent. Especially with their divine aura just seeping into the veins of the ground, their purple wings gracing the wind, and their sharp claws capable of tearing into anything they touched.
