Only by doing so could he feel satisfied.
Swish!
Andrew turned into an afterimage as he swooped down, taking the lead. All the blood energy in his wings surged into his right claw, weaving into a pair of gloves so dark they seemed black. Carrying a strong, bloody aura. His claws, as thick as a tree stump, slashed through the air with a hissing sound.
The claw tips drew five red lines in the airstream, aiming for Casio's head.
Crack!
With extreme speed, Andrew brushed past Casio's shoulders and appeared behind him. His eyes were filled with lingering scarlet and killing intent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upward.
He steadied himself in a dynamic pose with one leg forward and arms outstretched.
"Taken down! That was easy..."
"Taken down? More like got taken down..."
Suddenly, the silhouette that was supposed to be dead with its head torn apart quietly spoke from behind, the words cold. The figure snapped its fingers lightly.
Pop!
