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━━━ ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ━━━
Luckily enough for me, the demon in front of me was much, much larger. It's matted grey skin was coated in a thickness of muscle I'd never seen before. Being as tall as he was, though, only ensured me that he would ultimately be a lot slower.
It only took me half a second to grasp the kind of fight this would be. He was after me for a reason, though it was one I didn't know of yet. But even so—one thing I did know for sure, was that this monster did not wish to eat me. Otherwise he most definitely would've attacked as soon as I caught their eye.
However, still, he wasn't smart about how he wanted to take me—wherever it may be. Before I'd even made my move against him, I could not only see, but feel the desperation in his eyes. And that was all it took for me to know: he was not thinking about this rationally.
Due to that fact, my first hit had struck exactly where I'd wanted it to. I spun around him with speed I'm sure he could never manage, even for an immortal. Then—I was behind him, not even feeling the need to bring out my knives.
It hadn't taken me long to pick up on his movements as I moved low, swinging my leg to knock him off balance at the sensitive section of his under-knee.
He growled—not in pain, but annoyance, swinging his own hit around at me. I allowed myself just enough time to pounce backwards myself, avoiding the hit with a little more closeness than I'd usually preferred.
But he was a demon, I had to remember that.
I wasn't out of breath—not even close, in fact—but he sure was. However I was sure his breathing only became erratic due to the rising anger he felt. On that note, he began swinging at me, again and again, each time passing by me only barely.
My lips twitched slightly at his desperation, and I began to maneuver against his hits at close proximity merely to annoy him now.
"Damn brat!"
His scarlet eyes raged as I dodged each and every hit by only a hairs width, moving backwards through the darkened forest with the tiniest hint of a smile. His fists flew at me, and I came to another conclusion as I moved away from him.
He didn't know how to fight using anything else but his fists. I'm sure this demon believes that he has the most amount of strength in his arms. Which in my perspective, I knew was probably his weakest point of attacks.
