The man skillfully used his demonic weapon against the boy. The mouths engraved on the sword played their part perfectly just as the blade had done.
Max, on the other hand, fought well against the man, keeping his guard up to avoid an unexpected attack from the little girl that had disappeared without warning. The force from the opponent's sword sent him dragging his feet backward over a short distance.
Just then, Max felt a slight brush against his back.
"Fool," He scoffed.
A blast of flames surged out from the ground behind him. The perpetrator behind the act that had caused the slight brush against his back was quick to come into the view of the eyes.
