Asmodeus knew that things were about to get much more complicated.
Despite how Iori was acting, he knew that he hadn't actually lost himself to his anger yet.
His sword strikes were still too refined and purposeful, lacking a certain wildness that came with losing yourself to your rage.
'I was hoping to piss him off a bit more, but now it looks like I've run out of time.'
Such a way was usually the way Asmodeus handled muscle heads like his brother in law but with this feeling closing in on his back, he knew that he would have to change his plans a bit.
Swoosh!
As soon as Asmodeus finished his thought, he narrowly avoided Seras' spear that was aimed directly for the back of his head.
The vampiric hybrid had a frightening and beautiful smile on her face, and half of her body had been covered by dark red scales.
"Oh good, good! But my weapon is a bit special you know?"
