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The naked, hairless creature stood on a broken tree stump. Surrounded by chunks of exploded bark. Muscles flexed and bulged as he brandished his sword arm. Its long tongue wiggled between its sharp, jagged teeth, tasting the air.

“It looks like a-”

“Vampire.” Bob finished Fergus’s sentence, his voice gruff and irritated.

"Faced one before. I still remember the pain. If Isaac wasn't there…” Drac pointed his heilong at the demon and, with an aura-enhanced voice, spoke. “Hey, bastard! Nice to meet the demon who’s been bothering us for the past two days! Come down here so we can end this and be on our journey!”

The demon stared down. “Meal talk too much.”

Bob dropped his shield on Drac's left side. An ear-ringing clang and Drac turned to see the demon’s sword arm grind on the priest's shield. The demon’s cold eyes stare directly into Drac’s.

“Drac! Focus!” Bob groaned.

Amber light burst from his shield, repelling a screeching demon. It looked at its sword hand, a burn mark stained. Bob pulled out his greatsword, slicing a wave of holy power. The demon dodged to its right. A lightning-marked Fergus met it with baselards ready, wounding both blades for an aura slice. Blades connected with the arm sword, bursting the air. Fergus flared his blade's aura stronger and faster, trying to saw into the demon's appendage. Inhuman reactions allow the lord to bend down to dodge a pale lance protruding from the demon's left arm. Fergus jumped backwards. A slash from the demon's arm sword forced him several metres further. The demon leaned to evade Heilong’s point. Drac paused the attack, then sliced to the right, aiming for the demon’s head again. The demon leaned more, its head nearly touching the floor, its back bent unnaturally as it twisted and whipped its sword down a Drac.

Dodge this.

Drac pulsed-stepped to the left. The demon blade crashed into the floor, exploding rock and dead grass with black flame. Contorting back into standing, the demon pulled his arm sword out of the ground to block another wave of holy aura. Bob rushed in with a war cry. His sword collided with the pale sword. Black and holy amber energies struggle against each other. They push off each other. The demon pulled its head back and screeched. Hurting ears around. It pounced back in anger. A great shield blocked the flurry of attacks. More scratches add to the thousand son Bob's shield. The priest lowered his stance and a pulse of aura force repelled the demon off the shield. The demon flew, bouncing off the ground before twisting in the air to regain its animalistic stance. The demon screeched louder.

“What is it doing?” Fergus asked, covering his ears.

“I think...” Drac guesses. “It is calling for someone.”

The demon pounced again. Its arm sword grew larger and longer. With powerful pale legs, the demon zagged to the right side into a blind and struck with its pale blade. A clang. The demon's black eyes widened as its sword was parried away by a shield glowing in holy amber. The demon screeched. Bob lifted his greatsword high to the sky. Holy power flared high and with intensity. Like lightning from the gods, he brought his blade down, splitting the air like a rock in a stream.

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Drac came close. His palm pulsed aura on the priest’s chest, lightly pushing the heavy man to step back. A pale fist of black aura zipped past, missing Bob's head. Like a meteor, the stranger crashed into the ground. Out of the dust, the stranger blitzed at its target. A black, flaming fist was pushed down by Drac’s palm. Black energy shot out the fist like a cannon into the dead grass. The young warrior grabbed onto the new the enemies arm, dragging it away. An aura kicked to the stomach and the pale enemy flew metres away in pain.

Bob’s demon took the confusion to retreat out of the priest's way. With an exhale, Drac relaxed, and with a calmer mind, he examined the new demon. Pale like its friend, teeth are disgusting too. But with a more female figure.

Much faster than its mate.

“Fergus! Help Bob. I’ll take care of this one here.”

“What- Fine then!” Soil broke under his feet as Fergus ran to assist Bob.

Elkan?

Let's do this.

Their connection grows stronger.

Drac twists his sword around into a reverse grip. The low left hand was tuned with Ignis and Ventus, wafting like a leaf in the wind by his stomach. With the gold pommel close to his chin, Drac focused. Eyes glowed, and Heilong burned with white fire. Levitation hovered the Drac long jacket hem.

Drac bent his neck to the right, evading a right punch. A reverse blade slashed and the female demon bent back. Blood trickled from its chin. A left hook from the pale demon aimed at Drac's liver. Heilong stabbed its wrist. Drac tuned and the blade caught on fire and charred the arm. Black flame grew and the enraged demon attacked with its burning right fist.

Murus blocked. A pulse forced the arm away. Drac placed his left fist on the chest of the demon. Fire and air condensed to a tiny point on his fist. A cone of fire shoots out The demon vanished with no trace.

I have this.

Drac's body slid under a charged fist from behind, slashing into the one-armed demon's body. Caring not for its injury, it punched down with a black aura. Drac stabbed up at its neck with a reverse grip. The demon fell back, watching Drac anxiously.

I guess this technique has some uses.

“Meal. Strong. Tasty. Worth.” The demon's voice was guttural. Its arm regenerated as if new, its stomach mended itself, and the mark on its chin was like it was never there.

Again…? Fuck sake.

We’ve killed one like it once. We can do it again.

Drac sheathed his sword.

Drac.

What?

What are you doing?

Changing tactics.

Let him do his thing, Elkan. At this point, he is a better fighter than you.

Shut the fuck up, Axton.

HAHA, you know I am right. Maybe you should read a bit more books and you may catch up, nerd.

Fire spewed from his fist as he assumed a pugilist stance.

This!

Yes. Trying the Marina Method.

“Hunger!” the demon rushed in. Its black flame grew large around its pale, bony fist.

Predictable.

Drac leaned to the side to evade a right punch. He pulsed within range of the demon. Over the black, flaming arm, a wide, skull-shattering left hook connected to the cheek of the demon. Its face rippled from the force, and a fire engulfed Drac's fist, blowing the demon away.

So satisfying.