Cain's eyes darted all over the place as he tried to hold the rapidly moving Devils down.
They fought like intelligently rabid animals.
Every part of their body was a weapon, including their treacherous minds. A Devil would not hesitate to lose its arm as long as it could get the job done.
Twisting his sword back, he stabbed through the chest of a Devil that had suddenly appeared behind him. Twisting his neck, he dodged a serated claws aimed at his throat.
However, he wasn't wholly successful, as the claws managed to make deep grooves in his neck.
Retreating a few steps backwards, Cain breathed heavily.
The sweet taste of coppery blood filled his mouth, nearly overwhelming him.
'Fuck.'
He was in a bad state...
He was currently without an arm, and his entire body was filled with all sorts of mild to terrible injuries, each one more life threatening than the other.
