"Ho…"
Never in his life did Rhys think that he would be having a stare-off with a goat, but here he was. And it was obvious from the goat's breath and the fumes escaping his large nostrils that it was seething in anger — after all, with its strength, its equal was hard to find. And now, this creature that was only as large as a normal llambydis just threw him around like a kid, that was highly unacceptable.
As for Rhys, now this his wrist was being tightly held by the demon goat, the only thing he could really do was lament in trying to fight his opponent head-on — he had all sorts of arsenal, and yet he chose to challenge the demon goat with brute force. Katarina always told him that he doesn't think… perhaps there was more truth to that than he would like.
