Dean's eyes flashed coldly, and he grabbed the Shadow Hunter's carapace.
Crack!
The carapace was ruptured, seemingly loose, and spurted green blood, getting on Dean's hand.
His gloves were corroded, and there was a searing, burning sensation, like touching fire sparks, in his hand.
He flicked his hand quickly, shaking the blood off from his gloves, and simultaneously kicked the Shadow Hunter's back, so it fell down.
Before it got up, Dean attacked once again. His leg raised high and then, like a giant ax, dropped and struck on its neck. The heel of the alloy boots hit hard on the dagger hilt.
Bang!
The dagger had completely penetrated into its neck, and the Shadow Hunter crashed to the ground.
The Shadow Hunter squeaked miserably and struggled to crawl up.
Seeing it was so tenacious, Dean's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his leg once again and trampled on the head.
Bang!
