In his movements, the demon wasn't fast, but had a gait and an aura that brought back memories of an avalanche I once had a misfortune to be buried under. His footsteps left imprints in the layer of compacted filth that was the ground here, and made the air tremble with their force.
His rage was a thing as powerful as his muscles. This sort of fury was a magical thing, and before, I only saw it on monsters and adventurers, Yvenna first of all. It made him appear bigger, made his veins bulge and his eyes burn. It was a sure proof to me that I really did all these things I was accused of—no one would be THAT angry without a good reason.
A pity the demon was too furious with me to consider joining my future army. He'd do well in there.
With all that, it came to my mind that though the guy wasn't astounding in the usage of throwing weapons, meeting him face-to-face would be hitting his strengths with my weaknesses. Stupid, in other words.
