"Since you can speak, will you allow us to take this outside?" The old man asked with a glare.
"Well, why not." The monster accepted the old man's prerequisite with little complaints.
The old man sensed no malice from the monster, so much so that strangely he thought he could almost trust it.
The old man turned on his heels, his hands behind his back in a relaxed stance. However the old man is anything but off guard, his senses have never been higher. The old man mocked himself; he has faced a deadly leviathan class monster, but fighting this man, this mere high siren class monster turned his senses up to max. The old man was followed in tow by the monster, each step made his heart thump, every click and thud from the monsters shoes made him fear for his life, the tension was so high that the old man thought, "it would be better if he just attacked and killed me." But the old man knew that that thought was meaningless, and stupid. So he pushed it away. By the time they made it outside to an open field, the old man's shirt was stained with sweat. The monster looks towards the sky, with a dumb, wistfully hopeful look in his eyes. The old man noticed this, but didn't think to question it, the only question he was left with was who he was fighting.
"So monster, sense I'm sure this is going to be a fight to the death, would you mind naming yourself." The old man asked with a stern look in his eyes.
The monster smiled, with a devilish grin, one that if he was human would get him locked in a nuthouse.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I can't allow this to be a fight to the death. And as to my name it's Seraphim, however you humans can call me Raphael." Raphael said with an aloof tone.
The old man's eyes trembled.