His eyes gleamed red from under the visor of his helmet.
A bloody roar rung out from the maw of the owl bear and it tried in vain to reach around and swipe at the man who severed its legs.
Instead, it merely dragged its upper body a quarter of the way around, leaving a trail of bloody smears from its entrails.
Usually, gluttons heal, and yet this one oddly seemed permanently wounded.
The blade which the knight held up was gleaming red. Like it was on fire.
There was no flames or heat radiating off of it. But the smell of burnt flesh emanated from the large cut of the owl bear glutton.
Lilo quickly scrambled to his feet to stay clear from the two figures.
He made his way back to bushes where Joker was hiding, just in time to hear the thud of a severed head thumping on the ground.
The owl bear was dead. Easily killed by the once thought of helpless knight.
Now, Lilo wasn't sure if the knight was a greater threat.
