When Kaizen stopped the sword already against Azrakthar's neck, the wind generated by the blow was intense and solitary, its sound echoing all along the wide main street.
Everyone was momentarily paralyzed. No one was able to understand exactly what had happened, not analyzing it in the heat of emotion. This seemed like the perfect chance for Kaizen to kill a demon, but did he hesitate?
Even Azrakthar couldn't understand what had happened. 'Why did he stop? Why?' He asked himself dozens of times while he could still feel the cold of the blade touching his neck and the discomfort it generated in him. 'I thought he was already dead? Did I underestimate this boy?
Then Kaizen took a deep breath and moved his sword back slightly. The shallow cut produced by the attack caused a little blood to ooze out, but the demon's enhanced regeneration meant that this bleeding quickly stopped.
