"You're not done yet, are you?" He asked.
All he got in response was a blow of steam from the demon's nostrils before it lowered its body, taking an unmistakable stance for a quick-coming assault.
He gathered the blood around him back into a sleek set of crimson armor again, gripping his spear as he used the residual blood to form a full-fledged lance.
ZAP.
What…? He thought.
It was fast. Too fast. From the enemy who should be half-dead, it exhibited power beyond its previous showings.
An exchange of blows commenced as he managed to react, using his lance to counter the flurry of black lightning-infused fists that came his way.
Full-force was required with every thrust of his spear to cancel out the force of the demon's fist-barrage, spinning it around and using a quickstep to get around it.
