The demon's unchecked anger had turned the battlefield into a tumultuous and precarious terrain, heightening the danger of their already fierce encounter.
"I have never seen a demon throwing a tantrum…" Bruce said and then laughed. "Hey, don't damage the ax, it will be mine after this. I am still developing the quality and variety of my gate of Babylon."
After throwing a tantrum, the demon stopped and he looked more composed for some reason. Bruce knew that some people tend to feel better after letting out their emotions, but he didn't think that demons would work that way.
The demon charged at Bruce, wielding his massive ax as a protective shield over his head. He had abandoned his previous sideways attacks, recognizing the vulnerability they exposed him to. Instead, his focus was solely on pursuing Bruce, without launching any new offensive moves.
