Eleven pulled the sword out of Teresa and flicked the blood off of the tendril-like sword. Gravity took Teresa as she fell onto her knees. Blood gushed out of the wound as she tried to stop the bleeding. The tendril-like sword flew back into his skintight suit as he watched Teresa.
"Y-you… No…" Teresa muttered.
"That's the difference between you and I. You allowed yourself to feel her emotions." Eleven shook his head. "If you really wanted to become a full Deimon, you gotta destroy your host to bits." Eleven kicked Teresa, watching her fall to the ground. Eleven licked his tongue as he shook his head. With the problem gone, Eleven refocused his attention onto Lee Seng. The Fox wasn't moving and Eleven's grin was growing wider.
