Belialthorn took several steps back, his hand was trembling slightly, he was right to not have blocked that strike. It would have shattered his arm at the very least.
The monster bellowed as he turned, the right head looked as if something had taken a bite out of it. Three heads put his hand on his right head and with a cracking twist he ripped it off.
Belialthorn watched in silent horror. What is this? Don't this things feel pain? His grip on his weapon fire sword tightened.
"You are good with your fire sword aren't you?" The monster fixed Belialthorn with dark eyes that weren't staying fixed in one place. It would appear on his cheek one time or the forehead and sometimes inside the mouth.
The monster was angry and if it wasn't taking him seriously before, he did now.
Good, Belialthorn thought, let him be angry.
