Chapter 23: You Think You’re the Only One Who Can Do That?
No sane person would see a couple meter tall feral creature locked gaze towards oneself with bloodshot eyes and just stand there instead of running, especially when said creature is biting a fellow human on the neck, the person's eyes displaying the horror of his last moment as his lifeless pupil shows an expression of pure, utter despair.
If there's anyone farther than any other human to sanity though, Azrael can proudly claim that he is said person, the proof being the fact that instead of running away from this monstrosity that is clearly way stronger than any average beast in the second floor, he chooses to stand his ground, the tip of his already weathered sword pointing towards the creature, not shaking even a tiny bit as he stands there, unwavering.
Seeing the position he has taken, the massive canine monster couldn't help but let go of the prey that it already in its mouth, taking interest in this new 'prey' that it just saw, thinking that this creature is far more interesting than the one it just hunt, the creature who just slipped out of consciousness from terror of facing it.
Revealing its sharp, razor-like teeth and the fang that is longer than a dagger, the creature appears to smile as it looks with its ruby crimson eye towards the young man, causing the young man's face to twitch as he wonders whether this creature is disdaining him.
"You're quite smart, aren't you?" doing his best to keep himself from exploding out of anger, being looked down upon by a creature that is clearly no smarter than himself, Azrael remarked with a smile on his face, the grip on his sword tightening so much that it starts getting reshaped to his grip, something that happened to fast for him to react in time.
'Damn it! This is a really good sword, I spent a lot of money for this and now...' looking at the ruined handle of the sword, Azrael even thought to himself that he should probably also learn some basic repairing skills so that he can still keep using this sword, refusing to change to another sword as apparently, he wants to make the most out of this one, as if he had yet to push this sword to its very limits already.
"Tsk, another expense... this is on you little pup..." taking a mental note after finding out that he really needs to buy a new weapon now, the young man mutters, the former part more to himself but the latter part towards the canine monster standing in front of him with the same smug smile despite the sword pointing towards it.
Seemingly able to understand the words that the young man spoke, this monster growled as if telling him that there's no way it is at fault for the sword being ruined, the sound it made being far slower than it as before Azrael could even hear of the growl, he already felt something on his neck, threatening to tear apart his flesh like hot knife on butter.